1. Yesterday morning I woke to the delightful sound of a waterfall. The neighbour on the sixth floor's fridge had started leaking so much that his whole apartment had flooded, causing the fifth floor's apartment to flood, then my apartment to flood, plus the two below me. While the water ran down the walls in the other apartments, it rained from the ceiling in mine, leaving giant blistering holes in the gib. When the neighbours came in to inspect the damage, one made her way over to the formerly cream couch beneath one of the holes and gave her condolences that it had been water damaged to the point of no return. Then, pulling off the cushion, she laughed: "Oh, don't worry everybody, it's only Crate & Barrel. At least it wasn't expensive." The couch cost two thousand dollars.
2. I had the distinct privilege of styling Georgia Fowler and Corinna Studier today for a series that Justin Chung and I are doing for the The GQ Eye. All going to plan, the first photo will drop on Friday this week. Holla!
3. Much has been made of Kanye West's debut collection at Paris Fashion Week, best summed up by Eric Wilson's piece for the New York Times:
"Mr. West will undoubtedly get another chance, and everyone will show up. Though he insisted he wanted to put an end to the conversation about a rapper-turned-designer, and that he had known he was “the one” since he was a boy, the fact that he is a celebrity is the reason that so many high-level people are even paying attention to him."I'm a Kanye fan till I die, and I've spent many an hour defending him against haters. Though I can't say that I loved his collection, it does seem as if every serious critic was looking to find fault simply because it was Kanye West in the hot seat. And that's why I liked Tim Blanks' review so much:
"It's kind of a cheap shot to go the trying-too-hard route with someone who is so undoubtedly passionate about what he is doing, but at the same time, it's frustrating that someone who seems to almost effortlessly realize his vaulting musical ambitions comes up short elsewhere, at least on the first attempt. Of course, what Kanye West is trying to achieve is unprecedented. There isn't a fashion designer alive who could match his music. But tonight's show suggests that conquering his new medium is a work in progress."4. I spend a lot of time thinking about the role of the critic. Do their opinions reflect on the bottom line? I always think that the role of a show reviewer is to contextualise the collection for the uninformed masses. I personally like to read reviews before I look at pictures, so that I know what it is that I'm about to see. A reviewer might slam a designer for not taking risks or playing it too safe or not making any kind of progression, and the collection could be a giant commercial success for those exact reasons.
5. On the other hand, a blogger could go to a show and post a picture of one pair of shoes or a handbag or a dress and say something like, "I'm ordering this at the showroom tomorrow!!!!!!!' Nothing more, nothing less, and the piece might sell out as a result.
6. It'll be interesting to see what happens when Kanye West's line hits retail stores – will consumers balk due to the critics' scathing reviews? Will retailers be too afraid to carry the collection? Or will the power of his name be great enough to trump the naysayers? Only time will tell, but something tells me the clothing that actually gets delivered will be different from what we saw on the catwalk. If he's clever, he'll take the criticism seriously and alter those bad fits and lighten up the fox-fur-as-summerwear. If he's bloody-minded and sticks to his original game plan, methinks the joke will be on him.
9. ALL BLACKS!
10. I love Tumblr and all, but there's a distinct possibility that it will single-handedly bring about the demise of blogging. You can't beat it as an image diary or as a tool of mass dissemination, but it addles the brain – nobody seems to write anything anymore. Once upon a time we read books, then magazines and newspapers, then long-form blogposts; now it's Twitter, Facebook fan pages and photo captions/glibly appropriated lyrics on Tumblr. What's happened to our attention spans?
P.S. With the aforementioned in mind, if you've made it all the way to the end of this post, I thank you.
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