Archive for March, 2009

Advice.

Posted in Uncategorized with tags on March 28, 2009 by Chloe Partikas

It’s about the positives outweighing the negatives; realistically, not only in your mind.
If they don’t then get out of the situation quick as a flash!

Where to buy Doc Martens in Melbourne.

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , on March 24, 2009 by Chloe Partikas

After going on such an adventure to find Doc Martens a few months ago, now I seem to see them being sold everywhere! So I’m going to write a list of where I’ve seen them…
The Walking Shoe Company in Little Bourke Street. I’d recommend going here first to try for your desired size and style. That’s where I bought mine and the staff were soo helpful and friendly, and they hold a really wide range.
Sam Bear in Russell Street, but avoid going here as I found their customer service skills to be minimal and the staff were dismissive and rude.
The shoe store in Box Hill next to Bread Top (I discovered they sold Doc’s today) and they have a really wide range too inc turquoise ones, pink, and yellow etc.
Also, Dangerfield in Flinders Street (limited range) and a few stores along Brunswick Street at the city end, up near Fat and Alphaville.

On The Road:

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , on March 24, 2009 by Chloe Partikas

"Because the only people that interest me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones that never yawn or say a commonplace thing… but burn, burn, burn like roman candles across the night."

– Jack Kerouac, written in the original scroll of On The Road.

New booties!

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , on March 22, 2009 by Chloe Partikas

Another LBD gem.

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , on March 21, 2009 by Chloe Partikas

I quickly visited Savers after work and found this gem;

Nearly 3 months on…

Posted in Uncategorized on March 21, 2009 by Chloe Partikas

We took a stroll down Duckboard Place last night, to reminisce about 3rd Class.

There was still a stair light on, and remnants of the final party – note the stack of Golden Tickets.

Alber Elbaz for Lanvin.

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , on March 14, 2009 by Chloe Partikas

I just read this article on www.fashionologie.com and thought it deserved a re-post.

Alber Elbaz Momentarily Ponders Leaving Fashion

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Alber Elbaz‘s recent Fall 2009 runway show for Lanvin won stellar reviews, with many deeming it one of the best collections of the season; but after perusing Ariel Levy’s profile of the designer in The New Yorker‘s Style Issue this week, we know that at the end, he was backstage with his director of communications, Hania Destelle, worrying. "After every show, I say to Hania, ‘They hated it.’"  But that’s just the beginning of the anxieties for Alber, whose mind seems to be equally split between creating and worrying.

He fantasizes about being skinny.

Looking over the menu one morning at the Carlyle Hotel, Elbaz said, "Should we be good today or bad?  Maybe we start good and get bad later."  He ordered the fruit salad.  He wanted the pancakes.

Elbaz thinks it’s a very big deal that he is overweight. Asked what he imagines life would be like if he were thin, he replied, "Amazing," with real conviction.

Part of the problem is that he stress-eats.

He brought a bowl of fruit and put it on the table in front of the architects.  "The stress starts and we start to eat."  Elbaz sat down, put his head in his hand, and moaned. "I’m depressed," he said, and started peeling a clementine.

 

But he does think his shape helps him to make beautiful clothes.

"I do things without decollete, nothing is transparent," Elbaz said. "I am overweight, so I am very, very aware of what to show and what not to show, and I am sure there is a huge link with being an overweight designer and the work I do.  My fantasy is to be skinny, you see?  I bring that fantasy into the lightness — I take off the corset and I bring comfort and all these things that I don’t have.  What I bring is everything that I don’t have.  This is the fantasy."

Elbaz believes that his creations are a positive to his negative.  If he is melancholy and heavy, his clothes are joyful and weightless.  It is his job, as he’s configured it, to make women feel special, something he does not quite feel entitled to himself.  "I do believe that a designer has a job that is extremely similar to a concierge’s in a good hotel in Manhattan," he said.  "At the end of the day, you have to go back to Brooklyn.  And I know Brooklyn is very fancy now, but I mean home.  You have to go back to reality. You have to go back to nothing in order to maintain the dream. The moment the dream becomes reality and you start to mingle too much with all these people . . ." He wrinkled his nose to indicate that it was a bad idea.

You’ll never see a secondary line from Lanvin . . .

"I have a problem to do a collection that is a secondary line.  I mean, you don’t want to be the stepsister.  You want to be Cinderella.  Show me one girl who wants to be the stepsister."

. . . Or an "it" bag.  Because he’s all about the wearable beauty.

Elbaz detests the idea of an "It" Bag; he thinks that "there is nothing scarier than being ‘the designer of the moment,’ because the moment ends."

He is fond of saying that he is not interested in designing the dress that will make a man fall in love with the woman who wears it.  He is interested in designing the dress that a woman wears when she falls in love herself.

"If it’s not edible, it’s not food.  If it’s not wearable, it’s not fashion."

And yet, for all the beauty he creates, he’s still unhappy.

After everyone had departed, Elbaz stood on a balcony overlooking the Place de la Concorde, eating a sandwich in the cold mist and frowning. "I wish I knew how to enjoy it more," he said. 
"My psychologist says dissatisfaction, it’s the engine that keeps me going."

"There was a time in fashion, in the eighties, when every designer was trying to find a space [to stage a fashion show] nobody had seen before.  Maybe today people want to go somewhere familiar?  Maybe I am less modern.  Maybe it’s time to leave fashion."