tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-77344678204412743562024-02-07T19:19:45.619-05:00DELASTYLEJimmy De la CruzJimmy De La Cruzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10244743261935939589noreply@blogger.comBlogger236125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7734467820441274356.post-68858762042593324262012-04-14T18:52:00.002-04:002012-04-14T18:53:38.267-04:00For Façon<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">When I was asked to contribute to <a href="http://faconmagazine.com/"><b>Façon</b></a>, one of the first thoughts that came to mind was<b> <a href="http://www.hughandcrye.com/">Hugh and Crye</a></b>, a small shirting retailer in Georgetown. After an informal rendezvous at a local restaurant, and a constant exchange of e-mails, I met with Pranav and Phil in their own turf. The screenshot above attests to my experience at the shop. Now go read (Page 36-37). </span></div>Jimmy De La Cruzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10244743261935939589noreply@blogger.com37tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7734467820441274356.post-17168049463133903532012-03-22T20:45:00.001-04:002012-03-22T22:25:30.997-04:00RAW At Asia<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">As soon as you stepped inside Cafe Asia, you get a sense you're not in a traditional Japanese sushi place, but a suburban hip little joint where the young come to gather. The tables have been put away, and a live band set is placed in lieu. A giant screen hanged on the background displayed images of the participants, none of whom sounded remotely familiar. As I enter the main room, I feel an impetus to shift to the left and scrutinize what is unfolding in my vicinity. It was more of an architectural nuance, the center of a white wall bares a rectangular shaped cut-out, and inside there is layer of organic green vegetation that ramifies to all corners, taking over the entire space, creating a sense of depth. Beautiful. This was partly covered by streaked street signs, as if the venue has been vandalized the day before. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It certainly was vandalized, or rather modified, by artist<b> <u><a href="http://marcwilliambryant.com/">Marc William Bryant</a></u></b>. He's calmly sitting by his work, writing last minute makeshift business cards, wearing a herringbone sportcoat, button-down shirt and a modicum of facial hair that suggests he prefers the scruffy-chic look. After being greeted by his pieces of painted metal at my entrance, it doesn't take long to infer which artist clearly and heavily influences his work. "He's one of my favorite artists", Marc concedes matter-of-factly, when I bring up Michael Basquiat. His series is titled, "Street Expressionism", which constitutes for around a dozens pieces of traffic signs that depict a perverse humanism through abstract strokes via graffiti-like techniques. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"I really like to tell a story with my art", he says, "I like to depict a lot of drug use, a lot of gritty, hideous shit." This sort of morbid, yet exquisitely executed, approach to his work is perhaps best expressed in a piece dubbed, "Riding The Love Boat", an outline that appears to be a man in a schizophrenic state of mind, the red paint oozing from his head suggest blood, and the play with texture can be interpreted as a skin condition, "</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">one of my ex-girlfrined's cousins used to do PCP, so I wanted to depict severe brain damage, like you're crying blood and shit", he explains. The amount of Marc's art displayed around the venue suggests he's the star of the night. His work comprises almost the entire first floor, and a quarter of the second level, "</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I always love the feeling of looking at my artwork", he says proudly. He tells me he is planning to move to Manhattan to attend Cooper Union on a full scholarship, and deservingly so. His work that night simply attests why. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It would be convenient if I said the event was outstanding, but that would be intellectually dishonest. For one to get a grasp of the conditions at this small event, gander at the photo below, which depicts the left wing of the second floor teeming with people jostling to get from one end to the other. When one attends a gallery exhibition, it's customary to spend a few minutes delighting your eyes with what's being shown. And while doing so, if possible, exchange a few words with the artist. This seemingly feasible feast, was provided difficult with the narrow passage of walking space and the rather raucous music emanating from the loud speakers. It was KISS at MoMa--not happening! It seemed to me an obvious mistake had been made. It was either the amount of tickets were purposely oversold, thus overpopulating the place, or the funds were not sufficient enough, which did not allow a rental of a more accommodating venue. I'm not sure what really took place that night. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Expect the unexpected, it's what they say. I find it rather odd at times to catch yourself in a moment that was seemed completely unbecoming just minutes ago. I take a few short steps and I find this woman behind standing behind a table, who look like a lost member of Gwen Stefani's Harajuku Girls. It occurred to me, the woman was not attempting to make a fashion statement, but a statement on how she dresses on a daily basis. Her rather ostentatious garbs did not necessarily captured my attention, but a long wooden door resting against a wall, adjacent to her did. It was a kitschy kitty allotted betwixt a thick-letttered "I" and "DC". Although I found her message banal, the decaying effect she achieved was quite interesting, the dripping black paint balances the super saturated sweetness of the image. </span><br />
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A few days ago, last Saturday to be exact, I found myself seated in a quite dark room in a populated area in downtown D.C. It was a rekindle of sorts, or perhaps a fastidious lingering to stimulate my senses with a stream of visuals projected in a gargantuan screen. Daniel Espinosa's "Safe House" jumped out in the glare of my iPhone while swiftly scrolling through Fandango. Once I glanced at the characters' list, Denzel Washington seemed to be a valid enough reason to consider the film. Also, the story synopsis seemed appealing. The deadpan silence momentarily existing at the film's commencement was obstructed with a hoodrat' skirmish on the last row over apparently a mere seat. Luckily, she was escorted out, along with the other suspect of Hispanic origin, by a bevy of burly men clad in navy blue uniforms and black bullet-proof vests, bearing the name "Police" in yellow letters festooned on their backs. The fixation of my eyes to what was unfolding on screen never lost its focus. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It wasn't even Ryan Reynold's toned specs of flesh passing through my eyes, when I casually lower my vision to the bottom of the screen and I mentally read "Rubén Blades" as the credits were passing by. Those two words inadvertently preoccupied my mind with childhood memories as Reynolds was divesting of his shirt and stepping into a running shower. What an inhibited moment of puerile infancy retrospect met with suggestive homoerotic imagery. I was really there for Denzel, but Blades made a pleasant, unexpected appearance. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I was able to comprehend the fist-fighting, action-condensed story line of my first Espinosa film, and marvel at the typical, hat-tipping performance of a Hollywood Royalty constituent, but after the movie came to an end, I started to ponder upon the intrinsically familiar, yet apparent long-muted name Rubén Blades. I was bemused for a moment. It was unbeknownst to me the man could act, let alone display, albeit brief, a decent, bonafide, believable portrayal of a document forger residing in Cape Town named Carlos Villar (drawing similarities with Adolfo Kaminsky), and trade lines with someone the caliber of Washington and Reynolds. I will later learn, belatedly, the man has been part of hefty blockbusters including Stephen Hopkins' "Predator 2" and Robert Rodriguez's "Once Upon A Time in Mexico", and one of the ultimate TV series, The X Files. So then, when one considers this man's accomplishments; Minister of Tourism of Panama from 2004-2009, Harvard graduate, Grammy-award recipient, and legit Hollywood actor -- it's befittingly apropos to catalogued him as one of great Latin America's multifaceted performers. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Growing up in Lima, Rubén Blades was constantly being played in my living room. The windows, wide open, letting out the distinctively cooing voice of Blades, accompanied with slow thuds of conga drums loudly emanating from the black stereo constructing a lively background to any salsa party. The man was being equally praised, if not as much as Héctor Lavoe and Willie Colon, and his ballads, laden with social and political messages established a connection with the peruvian public. I vividly remember chanting to<b> <u><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v7aQylt4NrA">Amor y Control</a></u> </b>with cousins, and I even knew, albeit no longer, every single lyric from <b><u><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ds6W5G3x7JA">Plastico</a></u> </b>("ella era una chica plastica..."). One that carved a hole in my psyche was Pedro Navaja, a narrative that tells the story of the life and presumed death of a panderer of the same name (navaja means knife or razor in Spanish) in New York City. It was his rendering of Pedro Navaja (video above), performed in a fully realized, beautifully decorated stage that might've imbue Diego Rivera, in which he brilliantly fuses his hip-swinging inducing sounds, the art of story telling, live performance with the theatricality of a play that takes his work, and the salsa genre, to a different level. I mean, the man has senior citizens showing off on stage! (Betty White not included). </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I'm throughly mesmerized by the Miami-based artist <u><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ph-XARxQL0s&feature=related">LEBO</a></u>'s album artwork. It sort of looks like an explosion of melted popsicles metastasizing into abstract figures of exotics birds. The small conga drums add a sense of a humorous symbolization of Estefan's beloved Havana. I'm equally please to see her in a frizzy fro a la Diana Ross. The whole image brings nostalgic memories of 80's Estefan, yet it's also pragmatic, vivid and full of life. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Gloria Estefan, a woman of a certain age, has been making the round of national televised shows in looks that are age appropriate, without appearing to grasp with Menopause. She showed up at <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pg8LQ7Z1DFs">The View</a>, in a gorgeous deep purple silk shift and matching stilettos (possible Oscar de la Renta), she performed live at <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Nrn8g5agB6Q&feature=related">The ALMA Awards</a> in a demure black ensemble with beaded lace bolero, and a olive green number at <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l7miMo1Twwc">The Rachel Ray Show</a>. She seems to know what silhouette works for her, knee-lenght shifts with a soupçon of décolleté. And it's paying off. There is nothing more desperate than women, of a certain age, trying to compete with 15-year-olds. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Picture this (metaphorically): Karl invites you for a weekend in <u><a href="http://www.ot-saint-tropez.com/">Saint-Tropez</a></u> (!!!), and of course, you consent. (You can't say no to Karl). There are, as usual, the hot, illustrious, sleep-for-money crowd partying. And Karl decides to conjure up his entire <u><a href="http://www.style.com/fashionshows/review/2011RST-CHANEL">Cruise '11 show</a></u> there (for Coco reasons, of course). Not to be mistaken with the <u><a href="http://www.style.com/fashionshows/review/2012RST-CHANEL">collection</a></u> presented in Hotel du Cap in Antibes on the French Riviera a year later. If his <u><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8ZYsv-Z6AA4">Remember Now</a></u> short film bestows any indication of what that voyage might look like, then I'm fetching my Goyards. Mr. Lagerfeld summoned folks like Pascal Gregory, Elisa Sednaoui, Heidi Mount and Baptise Gabiconi to act the part, which consists of reciting of couple of lines, move frantically inside some tony club, wear Chanel accouterments and drive expensive vehicles. The Karl Experience. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">You might find this seasons old, but how can we ever diminish A Karl Moment? Especially those instances where he's found outside a Chanel atelier or stepping out of a Zaha Hadid spectacular monument (such the ambiance of the S/S 2012 show). At the hotel, whilst everyone is in a semi-state of unconsciousness due to last night's heavy alcohol consumption, you hear <u><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cazQoMqwBjA">"Allez Donc Vous Faire Bronzer" by Sacha Distel</a></u>. Only for the cartoonish-like sounds of Distel to be contrasted with a murmur of thick french, "Quel silence" appropriated by none other than Karl. He's wearing a blindingly white, Tom Ford or Dior Homme suit, walks in to find a drunken mess, he seems infuriated because there is a lunch at 1 p.m. and people are not <i>dressed. </i>His passive-aggrive disposition seems to evaporate when someone utters, "But this is Saint-Tropez!", he replies, "I see". Over lunch we converse on topics ranging from who looks <i>démodé</i> to who is not coming back next season. You must see (if you haven't) the man in all his Largerfeldian white gloriousness <u><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P2i8CsBkY58&feature=related">here</a></u> (fast forward to minute 3:38). </span></div>Jimmy De La Cruzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10244743261935939589noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7734467820441274356.post-80341171646486480602011-10-21T12:28:00.002-04:002011-10-24T22:28:37.029-04:00Photo Diary: Yellow Diamonds In The Light<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">(1) As I step out of <u><a href="http://oldglorybbq.com/">Old Glory</a></u> on M Street in Georgetown, I caught the beautiful sunset on the horizon. I was mesmerized at how the pavement looks in the picture. As Mario Testino would say, very cinematic. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">(2)(3) I went for lunch at <u><a href="http://www.lascanterasdc.com/">Last Canteras</a></u>, a Peruvian restaurant that caught my attention once I was in Adams Morgan. The local restaurant is nestled within the former row houses that compose 18th Street. The 4-story building bares this pastel violet colour, and white window accents, suggesting it was some type of retirement home. The interior however depicts a different picture. Crisp white table cloths, comfy chairs and enough displayed artifacts for a quick lesson in Peruvian history. I ordered an Arroz con Pollo, which consists of two drumsticks of fried poultry, a bed of cilantro infused rice, all accompanied by peas, tiny carrots, fresh sliced onions and a leaf of lettuce. The beer, Cusqueña, would not be found at your local AVC. The whole experience reminded of my childhood and exemplified how richly diverse our cuisine really is. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">(4) The justly demise of the most suppressing homophobic federal policy America has been seen, Don't Ask, Don't tell, on the cover of Express. And the mustard cable knit sweater from Diesel in <i>Details</i>. Every color!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">(7) The mysteriously-lit bar in Alero. I just recently learned there is actually a beverage called Galliano. But we all know Galliano (the man) and Alcohol don't mix well. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">(8) The architecture of the St Regis hotel (14th and K Street) is always fascinating. What's even more fascinating it's the interior. If you ever find yourself in the nation's capital, consider this one. You would be literally sleeping two blocks from The Obamas. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">(11) Karl Lagerfeld for Impulse at Macy's on the cover of The Examiner. I still can't get enough of Coco Rocha.</span></div>Jimmy De La Cruzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10244743261935939589noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7734467820441274356.post-85599481255316019092011-10-18T18:55:00.003-04:002011-10-21T03:34:48.696-04:00Ferrari And Ralph Lauren<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">About two months ago, on our way to lunch in Georgetown, I found myself sitting on the passenger seat of a friend's car. We're stopped by a flashing red light on N Lynn Street, just steps away from Key Bridge, D.C.'s version of Pont Neuf. In my vicinity, there is a piece of art stationed right outside a local CVS (out of all places). The automobile, idly parked, bears a red candy apple colour, the top is down, and an inconspicuous Ferrari logo is deflecting the sun's rays. I was dead stopped in my tracks. The red light, high above us, is still beaming brightly, luckily. Not long after I visually scanned the sumptuous monster, a man steps out of the aforementioned store. He's looking sharp, and I immediately categorize him as European. But considering the seemingly miraculous achievements of plastic surgery and well fitting clothes, anybody can appear "European". The jury is still out. He walks to the drive's seat, pulls out the keys and hops in. And the following scenario ensues: </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">As the day goes on, sitting in the restaurant, I start thinking about Ralph Lauren and his ridiculously luxurious collection of vintage cars. Then, the cover of the 2007 October issue of the now defunct <i>Men's Vogue</i> came to mind. In the Bruce Weber photograph, he's wearing an army green tee and bares a half grin (have you ever seen Mr. Lauren smile?), gripping the steering wheel of his 1965 Jaguar XKD, which constitutes, as the magazine calls it, "the world's greatest car collection". The cover line reads, "American Visionaries". A very apropos title in every sense of the word, if you ask me. In the brilliantly written piece titled "King of The Road", Hudson Morgan spends the day with Mr. Lauren at his Bedford, New York, estate. And is introduced to a more intimate side of his life, away from the runway. After riding with Mr. Lauren on Old Montauk Highway in his 2007 Ferrari F430 at ridiculously fast speed records, Morgan reacts with, "shock, awe and perhaps longing" after he's shown nine red vintage Ferraris ("Roman legion of mighty engineering') by the man himself. The proof is in the pudding. Although I had to cut out a quarter of a sheet for a fashion project years ago, I can still witness, clearly, Mr. Lauren ostensively sybaritic display of wealth. There is a lipstick red Ferrari 250 GTO from 1962, a silver 1995 Mercedez-Benz 300SL Gullwing Coupe, a Batman-worthy 2006 Bugatti Veyron (can you picture <u><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Effen_JcTz8">Mr. Lauren in the Bugatti Boyz vid with Diddy & Rick Ross</a></u>? Major) and an bevy of other vehicles strategically positioned fittingly for an art gallery presentation. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">As much as you might think of Mr. Lauren as an icon or having a god-like complexion, he remains grounded, humble, recognizing his gaffes. "I feel that's a failure. A failure!", he admits to Morgan, in regards to Derrick Miller of Barker Black and Alex Carlenton of Rogues Gallery, former key Polo designers. "I shouldn't have lost those guys", he adds, "Losing someone means he felt he can't grow in your company, can't make it". Although Mr. Lauren and his 11 billion company are not exempt from loosing creative types, the article portrays the man not only as a vintage car collector, or fashion tycoon, but as an American archetype. His ambitious is uncanny, "In the next 20 years, the company will have another dimension. It could be a multimedia, it could be hotels, it could be spas. It's like, what makes you? What's your home look like? What's your car?", he adds, "What can I say about myself that's not been said" How will I be perceived when I walk into that party? I have all this money--how am I gonna make myself look cool?" If being "cool" is what Mr. Lauren is concern about, then I think he has already accomplished that. On the second page, there is a black and white picture of Mr. Lauren with his two sons, David and Andrew, wearing (expectedly RL) tuxedos and they all look quite radiant (all was missing were Tom Cruise-worthy aviators). Now I'm left wondering if his wife, Ricky, calls him Ralphy. </span></div>Jimmy De La Cruzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10244743261935939589noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7734467820441274356.post-40189816067093013362011-10-12T16:56:00.003-04:002011-10-16T08:33:16.077-04:00The Skin I Live In<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The official trailer in Spanish (above) depicts a tortured and demented plot, just as how Pedro's films go. In case you have no dominance of the Spanish language, peep this <u><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EolQSTTTpI4">trailer</a></u> (it might just make more sense). The IMDb synopsis explains, "A brilliant plastic surgeon (Antonio Banderas), haunted by past tragedies, creates a type of synthetic skin that withstands any kind of damage. His guinea pig: A mysterious and volatile woman (Elena Ayana) who hold the key to his obsession". Sounds like a Telemundo soap opera to me. Intriguing nonetheless. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Althoug the film, which debuts on October 12th during the New York Film Festival, will suffer from a limited viewership in The States, it does not take away from the artistry of story telling, if judged by the few minutes of trailer footage. Also, very important, Antonio Banderaaaassssss is in it. Enough said. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">As a palette cleanser after devouring Fashion Month, I present you a stream of visuals branded with an interlocking double C's logo all over it. Chanel! Rolls off the tongue. The collections of yore, often deemed as irrelevant, and if one braves to step out in a piece from the archives, the term "out of season" would come following. This is not meant to be a nostalgic pang, but a minuscule display of pure Chanel prowess. This, along with a collection shown at a L.A. airport (Chanel private airplanes, anyone?) back in 2007, are some of the strongest Cruise offerings from Uncle Karl (a.k.a. Karl Lagerfeld). The seemingly endless ooze of creativity from the czar is still going strong (for prove, check the </span><u><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=spyfBZrw_-k"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">SS 2012 show</span></a></u><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">). Like a German Energizer Bunny, still going, going, going... </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">This exemplifies the perfect marriage that occurs in fashion when you least expect it, or assumably, when two extraordinary talents combine forces; Nicolas Ghesquiére and Pierre Hardy. The duo, Ghesquiére as creative director and Hardy, head of design for accessories has given the fashion crowd memorable, almost orgasmic moments. The "athletic techno" sandals that resembled football helmets for <u><a href="http://www.style.com/fashionshows/review/F2007RTW-BALENCIA">Fall/Winter 2007</a></u> (which was blatantly pirated by brands that shall not be named); the rather intricate, fetishistic, knee-high lace up boot for <u><a href="http://www.style.com/fashionshows/review/S2008RTW-BALENCIA">Spring/Summer 2008</a></u>; and most recently, the blocked heeled shoes that resembled legos for <u><a href="http://www.style.com/fashionshows/review/F2010RTW-BALENCIA">Fall/Winter 2010</a></u> are just some of the wondrous pieces of art that have come to fruition by the febrile minds of these two fearless visionaries. The Fall/Winter 2011-12 Men's footwear collection follows sue. </span>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The collection delineates a sensible comparison to Cristobal Balenciaga's disposition for architectural shapes. The austerity of the leather boots in burgundy and black with what seems to be a shrunken, polished spur fixated at the toes combines the rigorousness, yet understated luxury found in the house's archives. A line of athletic shoes, some which resemble Nike's Air Max running shoes, feature appliqués of leather and suede in shades of forest green, sand and fluorescent red. Most likely, you won't find this conjunction of such genteel fabrics in one design at your local Foot Locker. Elsewhere, canvases with a stiff, plank-ish tongue and high trainers (one in plastic soles) diversify the offerings. And what you might see Prince wear this fall include those round-toed loafers and monks (featuring a seductive yellow sole), or even those sexy chelsea boots. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Peep over at <u><a href="http://www.balenciaga.com/">Balenciaga</a></u> for its newly designed e-home and to see all the accessories in all their glory. As it should be, of course. </span></div>Jimmy De La Cruzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10244743261935939589noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7734467820441274356.post-66608304416458873202011-09-28T19:14:00.002-04:002011-09-29T20:40:14.914-04:00Partying with Jimmy: Amid Bears And Pigs<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">That night. It happened. And I survived to tell it. I was seduced yet again by my unsatisfying curiosity for the <i>new</i>. I'm glad to report I was not disappointed. Instead, I received an expected dose on reality in homo-factions. A couple of weeks ago I wended into unknown territory, a realm in which I had if not little knowledge of, but again, my undying curiosity provoked a sense of inquire for a <i>different </i>experience. (I use the term "different" here in the standard sense of unfamiliarity; for the slow ones). I made prior arrangements to meet with two distinct friends (though they both seem to delve in this peculiar type of divertissement) at <u><a href="http://www.towndc.com/">Town</a></u>, a two floor, partly composed of wood, college kids laden, super queer club right off U street (they call themselves "boutique", which I think, only makes them sound pretentious; it's a darn nightclub). </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">On one special night out of the week, harry, robust men, some with protruding bellies congregate at the aforementioned locale. These burly homos are known, to the gay world and culture at large, as bears. This a subculture within a culture. What I would learn later about this subculture would frighten and intrigued me at the same time. I've found myself at the second floor surrounded by these types. It was "Bear's Night". The upper plant was decorated by glowing white balloons that randomly changed colors, similarly to the ones you'll see at an oriental restaurant. I still don't know what those fluorescent ropes suspending from the ceiling were alluding to, but it was recognized as part of the decoration. Gargantuan plasmas hanged on two walls, displaying the most random shit. It usually shows a distorted remix of visuals of whatever the DJ is playing, but in this instance the gay on duty was still waxing body hair somewhere. What stood out, but not necessarily for good, were these plates of cookies placed scantly around the venue. I'm not a misophobic, but the source of these treats looked dubious. I never touched one. They almost stayed intact the entire night. "They gotta feed the bears", a friendly bear told me later as I enquired about the sweets. Then I thought, "send me a pasta!". </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">But then, there I was with a drink in one hand observing "the bear behavior". Picture this: If you were at a BBQ convention in Middle America. Now, think of all these greasy men groping each other dressed ready to go hunting or maybe S&M hunting. I was the pope at a sex shop. The sight was tantalizingly exciting enough for Peter Marino (who I love!) to come join the festivities. It was leather accruements, combat boots, and mesh shirts galore. Of course, with the exception of the stylish, non-bears ones. If for some strange reason you can't quite grasp the ethos of this community with my depictive descriptions, peep the wondrous shots below. Apparently, bears are not as intimidating as you might think. They are actually nice people. The gentleman right below was kind enough to pose for me. I thought it would be an interesting shot (whether you find it attractive, that's subjective; judge me by my novice photographic approach). The guy following looked like he could serve duties as my bodyguard and yet talk about the state of the economy (currently taking applications). I was loving his seemingly timid disposition. I thought of concealing his identity not because he told me so, but because I thought it looked Margiela-ish. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> And don't worry, you'll see my handsomeness in future posts. </span></div>Jimmy De La Cruzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10244743261935939589noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7734467820441274356.post-21043239708681236662011-09-12T22:44:00.001-04:002011-09-12T22:45:19.985-04:00Freddie Mercury<center><center><center><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Xe0gIFxYhrk" width="640"></iframe></center></center><center><br /></center></center><center><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">A couple of days ago the good folks over at Google released an animated Woody Allen/Mario Bros-esque clip commemorating Freddie Mercury's birth. The gaudiness. The mannerism. The artistry in motion. You can't fake that. <i>Queen</i> for ever. </span></center>Jimmy De La Cruzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10244743261935939589noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7734467820441274356.post-4505933332302543942011-09-08T19:07:00.001-04:002011-10-18T19:39:26.406-04:00Adopted<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The wood-framed doors of the hotels open wide, droves of individuals with cameras held up to their faces point and flash insidiously. It quickly turns into an organized mayhem. Two adults with a bevy of kids in tow step out. The man, who couldn't look more incredibly handsome is wearing a bespoke Armani suit and a child in diapers resting on his arm, while holding another kid by the hand. His female counterpart, with a noticeably robust lips and long wavy black hair is wearing a tan trench coat under a white summer dress, struggling to keep three kids on her near vicinity preoccupied she's in a middle of a spectacle, starring her extended family. The two Herculean-sized men in black suits and dark shades are standing at each end acting as shields protecting the couple from the rabid crowd, frantically shouting, "Brad!, Angelina! Over here!". </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">A young boy in Peru is standing in front of his television, rapt in bewilderment. His world is far from theirs, yet he has been fed with images of the couple in similar circumstances for years. He watches them appear on films, as protagonists and antagonists. And he gazes at he bacchanalia-like spectacles their presence bestows. He is just an infant, but he's perfectly aware of the term "movie star". </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">When Doug Liman's Mr. & Mrs. Smith was approaching, <i>W</i> Magazine saw an opportunity for a cover subject. They commissioned master photographer Steven Klein to document Brad Pitt, Angelina Jolie and a couple of Caucasian kids in Palm Springs for the <b><a href="http://www.wmagazine.com/celebrities/archive/brad_pitt_angelina_jolie#slide=1">July 2005 issue</a></b>. The shoot (which Pitt co-directed) resulted in a massive display of photography prowess by Klein, depicting "The Pitts" in a 60's (assumably it's 1963, the year Brad was born) domestic milieu. On the cover, Jolie is wearing a white swimsuit sprawled atop a beach chair hoisting a purple ball, while three kids are playing in a kiddie pool with Daddy. In other shots, she's wearing a Giambattista Valli ostrich feather and tulle dress wrapped in the arms of her man. In a more intimate setting, Angelina has a Bardot like coiffure, and Brad shirtless laying in bed. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">When <i>W</i> unearthed these relics on its website, the flashbulb lit. I was destined to have a moment. Since I was never part of any adoption agency in the middle of Kenya, they've never found me. Perhaps, if they were to look down in South America, I might've been more lucky (I guess I missed Madonna too). But what if I was christened Jimmy Pitt Jolie? How hot would that be? The photographs above might've just illustrate how my life would've been. Sitting in the lap of Daddy eating my veggies. <i>Yup.</i></span></div>Jimmy De La Cruzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10244743261935939589noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7734467820441274356.post-42455873581317578982011-09-05T17:38:00.000-04:002011-09-05T17:38:43.313-04:00Food For The Soul<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I've been raised with the principle of home cooking. Not that we lacked the means to eat out, but there was little desire to spend money on food that Grandma can easily cook at the convenience of home, even more tasteful than other places. She can whip out idiosyncratic Peruvian delicacies such as, ceviche, papa a la huancaina, lomo saltado and relleno, with the same deft and finesses as pizza, ice cream and hamburgers. It was her dedication and love for cooking that my mother carried on with her through the years. I guess it's genetics. There was a subtle misbalance or discontinuation of such genes when I came out of the woodwork. I'm not Mario Batali, but I will <i>cook </i>if I'm presented with Survivors-like scenarios. In my head, I'm the neglected latino son of Martha Stewart. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Apparently, I've fallen into the trap of documenting what I digest. As ubiquitous as it is, I like this trend. Why not? If the majority of us can't afford a couture piece, it seems plausible that we find comfort in other places, food is not a bad source. I think the term "comfort", though, takes a slightly heighten expression in America. I'm not going to elaborate on the perilous obesity problems America is facing now, and how food contributes to that, just because this, sadly, is not a food blog nor<i> bon appétit</i>, but instead, underscore the opportunity I have to bring attention to this matter through this blog (shout-out to Michelle Obama). </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">On a sunny, unsuspecting August day, I wended to Copper Canyon Grill in Downtown Silver Spring before heading to the cinema. I've never eaten there, but the outside decor looked welcoming. I believe there was a small bonfire display behind plexi glass, it caught my attention. Out of all the items I ordered (at heart, I'm a fat guy trapped in a slim's guy body - get me out!), the most visually appealing was this grilled chicken sandwich (above) accompanied by precisely cut tomato slices, delicious avocado, fresh pieces of lettuce and what I can only described as Chinese celery. It also came along a serving of slim cut potatoes sticks and a silver cup of good ol' </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">ketchup. I'm not American, but I think this can be easily pigeonholed as an all-American meal. (The plate, by the way, made me feel like I was lunching at the Georgia O'Keeffe ranch, I was loving it). </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">One of the undeniably best areas in D.C. is Georgetown. On any day, you can find the best looking dressed gallivanting the cobble sidewalks of M Street and quite ordinarily you will find the most dreadful looking get ups all on the same place. All in all, it's a magnificent entertainment metropolis. I was suggested to eat at Ristorante Piccolo, right off 31st Street and M. The restaurant is unapologetic Italian, from the menu (which is all titled in Italian, but provides description in English) and the interior decor, to the manner in which the server go about their waiting duties. I was particularly overwhelmed with the precision and attention given to how the food is placed on the table and mannerism of staff. I've read the restaurant has been open since 1985 and is famous (or infamous) for being "a perfect spot for first dates and marriage proposals". Though I wasn't proposed, I knew why this family run business has been so successful in a very competitive market. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The seemingly endless litany of choices was stunning; a dashing variety of poultry and veal, and well balanced salads, and succulent pasta dishes. I've opt-out from the obvious (pasta) and ordered something less obvious, chicken. The dish was dubbed, "Pollo all'Aglio", which basically consisted of a grilled chicken breast marinated in a subtle acidic concoction accompanied with a puree of baked potatoes and veggies, all served in a stark white squared plate. The chicken was tender, with a roasty, fumed aroma, and the veggies tasted as if they were just harvested. The whole spectacle did not only looked delicious, but tasted delicious. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Not everything that I've digested lately is being documented within the premises of this blog, it would just take too long to elaborate. Let's keep it short and sweet. Though at times, it may seem, in my head, that I've been eating as if I was at The Last Supper, I've been just exploring "what's out there". It goes without saying, all this scrumptiousness was consumed with the help of good ol' <i>wata!</i></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Not too long ago I was in a conundrum, my iPhone 3 looked deficient (and functioned deficiently). During an ordinary day at work, I made the immortal error. My unprotected handheld insidiously slipped out of my hand, and hit the pavement. It cracked, along with my world. The following days were filled with slight embarrassment, apprehension and mea culpa. In order to uplift my morale, I wended to good ol' AT&T and purchased The 4. I must had to upgrade. I discarded The 3 (in case you're curious, yes - that's a picture of David Gandy wearing Dolce & Gabbana undies), and personalized my brand new acquisition. But I felt something was missing.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Whilst browsing a few art blogs, I came across an image that stopped me in my tracks. It was a pencil drawn sketch of Alexander Lee McQueen's face. It was unmistakably him. A McQ logo plastered over his forehand, a seemingly appropriate crown floating over his head, a portending skull to the left, a 3-D cross to the right, a cube covering part of his face, and heedless scribble written at the bottom, all attempt to create a story around the man. It's not only a tantalizing picture, but thoughtful. It belonged in my background.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">There is a model walking back and forth wearing what seems to be a Masai print blanket, she resembles a Kenyan tribe member. Thakoon, along with the help oh his team proceed to cut, nip and tuck the fabric. The draped dress slowly starts taking shape, and when it hits the runway, it evokes a relax chic sensibility that he's known for. I think it's also important to point out the fact that he's draping on a real woman, not on a mannequin form. This is a method that has been used by the likes of Christian Dior to Oscar de la Renta, and everybody in between. It's clear to see that Thakoon devotes preeminence to how the fabric falls on the body, and most importantly, how </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">the woman in it </span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">feels. </span><br />
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Jimmy De La Cruzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10244743261935939589noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7734467820441274356.post-81425545280994975062011-05-27T17:16:00.003-04:002011-10-18T19:40:38.578-04:00Kate Moss And Terry Richardson<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">A few weeks ago I stopped by one of the D.C.'s best hidden magazine shops on 20th Street NW (and one of my favorites) in an attempt to appropriate yesteryear glossy issues from your good old <i>Vogue</i> to some of the rarest publications in Europe, and everything in between. I find amusing flipping through past issues, imbibing all the rich, inspiring visuals in form of editorials and thought-provoking writing. Just as fashion recycles itself, these issues become part of a pool of references that would provide a common ground for future issues. On an unusual trip to China a few months ago, Anna Wintour <a href="http://delastyle.blogspot.com/2011/01/anna-wintour-world-tour-domination.html">mentioned</a> to a reporter, "I find my inspiration in the history and tradition of the magazine, that I'm so honored to be working at". Who can argue? If you had the privilege to be editing <i>The Fashion Bible</i>, there is not shortage of inspiration, taking into account the over 100 years worth of <i>Vogue</i>. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The whole fashion story does not read Italian glamour, but a stylized abstract impressionism. If you see the images, you'll find Naomi wearing assorted designer garbs in some of the most odd poses (at the end of the day this is <i>Pop</i>). What struck me the most was this white blotchy substance smeared on Naomi's face. Excuse me, but this could easily be mistaken for something a men's scrotum produces and emerges during ejaculation. In addition, the subtitle, "The Fruit and Nut issue" does not help to disseminate any erotic thoughts away from this assumption. Regardless, the photographs, taken by Broomberg and Chanarin, were peculiarly intriguing, and leaves one wondering the thought process behind the story. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Expounding on these hard-to-get-around oddity of images, I spotted a second <a href="http://models.com/Work/pop-magazine-pop-magazine-ss-11-two-covers">cover</a> from the same magazine on the shelf behind. Elton John is sporting a Gaga worthy pair of shades made of out spikes and baubles. In case there is any doubt Prada had anything to do with the concept of the cover, Elton is wearing the now ubiquitous banana-printed shirt from the collection. Typical Elton John. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I'm always receptive and welcoming of compliment and positive comments, including the comment section. Someone once had the panache to ask me out (check previous comments). The commenter probably meant it facetiously. The twitter folks show me love too. The proof is in the pudding. Yes, that's Kimora, Ms. Fabulousity. And his Academy nominated husband Djimon Hounsou.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">In one of those moments of lassitude, I came across a set of steamy new visuals by Kelly Rowland. This did not come as a surprise. A few days before the video came to surface, she ostensively mentioned via twitter the release of her new video dubbed, "Motivation" featuring Weezy (who by the way, is on the April cover of Interview. He was interviewed by Paris Hilton. You already know how<i> that </i>went down). Ms. Rowland has parted ways from trio Destiny Child's years ago, but the sultry, vixen mantra is still looming over her persona. Sex sells, and Ms. Rowland knows that. She injected all these notions of sexuality in Motivation, that at times comes off as a soft-porn flick.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The video takes place at a foggy abandoned warehouse, where Ms. Rowland seductively walks across the hall, imposing her presence, wearing a purple frilly swimsuit under a long cardigan. She's not alone. She's accompanied by a bevy of chocolate shirtless dancers and models, who bare a perfectly sculpted physique. We later see </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Ms. Rowland wearing what seems to be a shredded macrame dress over a fishnet bodysuit. When fashion suppose to further express one's own identity, this look muddled it. But I don't think it hindered the outcome of the original idea. In one scene, Kelly's hands appear from behind a shirtless dancer and blatantly starts groping his beefy body (this is eye candy to the 100th power). In another instance, she's holding on to a dancer's belt while he's withering along with her. Their bodies come to a synchronized move that suggests sexual tension. This sex factor reached its climax, when one model is pushed against a wall, and a male model is portentously standing in front of her. His right arm is not on the shot, but it suggests that he's grabbing her privates. But then the camera slowly lowers and we can see she's wearing men's boxers. In one group shot, this could certainly be confused as an orgy in its beginning stages (I hope I'm not setting myself up here). At this point I can't fathom how this video made it on mid-day national television. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I couldn't help but radiantly gleam when I received an email from Carlos Reaves (this time, toiling the producer hat) cordially inviting me to The Washington Chiefs Gala Fashion Show. It was a natural reaction. Invitations that pour on my inbox are always well appreciated. According to press notes, Washington Chiefs is a youth service organization that provides support to underprivileged kids in the Washington DC metropolitan area. In their own words, they put kids first. Though it might be obvious that I come off a bit harsh at times, I still have a tender heart. So I made it my obligation to attend. Showing up is not the dilemma here, but what to wear. I was initially planning to wear vintage Cardin, but from matters out of my reach, I was not able to. Needless to say, I had to execute plan B with just a few hours shy of the event. I rushed to Georgetown to pick up a pair of pants, because the ones that are sitting on my closet were not speaking to me at the moment. When I arrived, I realized I shouldn't have worried. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">One of the few reasons that kept me on my seat was the fact that designers that I've never heard of were going to show their collections at this event. I thought they will take this opportunity to introduce their brand to a new market. As far as first impressions go, it wasn't a particularly good experience. <b>Tyrell Collections</b> (his last name is nowhere to be found) was intriguing, to say the least. The source of inspiration behind this dark collection was most likely Cat Woman stepping out of a strip club. He focused on eveningwear, but the gowns he presented made me wondered what type of event she was going to. Not a red carpet, for sure. Most of his designs included diaphanous chiffon panels, exposing the models legs, breast and at times their underwear, leaving not much to the imagination (I don't know any woman who would go out showing that much skin). He elevated this fetishistic obsession by adding wide leather corsets that seemed to be pulled out of an S&M shop. But why were pink embroidered rosettes cascading down the side in one of his gowns? If he attempted to juxtapose sex with the romance and delicacy of the rosettes, it didn't work. Not because some other designers have done it better in the past, but because the execution and vision were not there.<b> LT Dickens</b> was on the same boat. The problem here was fabrication. It was visible the materials she chose to work with were not on her favor, or maybe they were just the wrong fabrics (bingo!). A shiny taffeta pant suit just looked odd, if not revolting, and a bicolored lace gown was downright sad. If there were any signs of youthfulness was a pantsuit with a perfectly fitted, belted jacket and gathered slim pants. Not only did it looked great on the model, but you could see it work in a variety of sizes (there were other casualties that occurred on the runway, but I'm trying to stay positive). </span>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Meena Tharmaratnam </b>saved the night. She owns a boutique in Bethesda, Maryland, where she carries an assorted line of womenswear from designers such as <b>Joseph Ribkoff</b> and <b>Samuel Dong</b>. I love her eye for clothes, no wonder she selected some of the best looking pieces of the night, such as a white top with an asymmetrical zipper that looked hip and modern, sexy laser-cut cocktail frocks, a variety of day dresses with exotics motifs, and a gorgeous lilac floor sweeping gown (the best of the night). Another one that stood out was <b>Philissa Williams</b>, the creative mind behind <b>Thembe</b>. It's always delightful to watch her use of draping and far-flund references, but somehow it all came together in vision. One of her best offerings was an open-neck white shift festooned with beautiful soft blue rosettes (from far away they looked like blurred blue splotches, intriguing nonetheless) and a cowl-neck navy top worn with a grey felted wool long skirt. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I came in with an open mind, and left light-headed. It was not the event that I was expecting. I didn't stay for any type of post show festivities. But I was still inquisitive of the story behind this event. I called Carlos the day later but there was not a response. We finally talk two days later, and he provided me with some insight that I would not discuss through this medium. There were obviously, as Carlos puts it, style differences, or even better, a "tug-a-war". In the midst of the debauchery, something good happened, they raised approximately $20,000. At least the kids would be happy. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Amid all the debauchery that encompasses part of my social life, I've been attending events in DC (I mean, I live 10 minutes from the White House, wouldn't you do the same?) and its surrounding areas. The picture above was taken by a sneaky photog (his name remains a mystery), who thought me taking fashion notes during Crystal Couture would make for a candid shot. What I love about the photo is how my vintage herringbone coat looks over a thick cardigan I purchased a while back from Gap. In my head, I thought I looked very Dolce. <i>Let me be!</i> (I'm sort of mad he didn't get my shoes. If you're reading this, take this as a reminder). </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I'm a people's person. And some of them like me, evident by a birthday invitation I received a few weeks ago for an event producer who resides in Virginia. The next day, I'm attending my first gala. I'm still deciding who to wear (Did I just write "who" to wear, instead of "what" to wear? Get me!). Wish me luck. And it goes without saying, I'm planning to work the room. </span></div>Jimmy De La Cruzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10244743261935939589noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7734467820441274356.post-64023647962739680712011-02-10T11:58:00.001-05:002011-02-10T12:20:51.217-05:00Crystal Couture - The Show<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">What's not to love about fashion when it's celebrated in its most natural form? A week long celebration of such occurred last week in the heart of Arlington, Virginia. Some of the top designers and retailers in the DC Metropolitan area showcased their distinctive collections for the upcoming season in true fabulous runway presentation at <a href="http://crystalcity.org/do/crystal-couture1"><b>Crystal Couture</b></a> (for my international readers, this is not couture week in Paris, it's just a word we like to use a lot, probably too much). As I mentioned in a previous post, a special VIP/press preview was held on January 31st, and runway presentations were held from February 1st to February 5th. Crystal Couture was all conjured by <b>Angela Fox</b>, president of Crystal City BID; <b>Mitchell Schear</b>, president of Vornado/Charles E. Smith; and of course, my fabulous fashion mother <b>Maggy Francois <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">(Janice, from the <i>Capitol Fashionista</i> recently interviewed her, read it <a href="http://thecapitolfashionista.blogspot.com/2011/02/style-spotlight-7-questions-for-maggy.html"><b>here</b></a>)</span></b>, who had the patience, passion and vision to produce such monumental event.</span>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Approximately 28 designers and retailers participated in Crystal Couture festivities. They all came from all parts of the district, representing a different point of view (bridal, menswear, sportswear), but with a common passion for fashion. Having witnessed many of their collections graced the runways throughout D.C., I was familiar with almost all of them, but there were still a few that remained in anonymity. Now, they have come to light. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">My first major fashion moment was seeing <b>Philippa Hughes</b> from <a href="http://pinklineproject.com/"><b>The Pink Line Project</b></a> in a Balenciaga skirt in the opening night. From a far distant the skirt looked rather familiar, as I approached her the first name that came to mind was Balenciaga. She confirmed my doubt and thanked me for noticing. In case you're curious, it was look 17 from the fall/winter 2010 collection. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I witnessed a ridiculous amount of clothes throughout the week, by the time the last collection was shown on the last night, I felt overwhelm with the avalanche of clothes. The amount of notes I've taken virtually covered half my black leather Moleskine. But don't take this as bitching, I would never get enough of fashion. I was initially planning to attend two or three nights, but I found myself there almost every night due to the persistent requests from a mix of people showing on different nights at different times. And there is no better feeling knowing people acknowledge your's truly humble opinion. </span>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">One of the first designers I saw was <b>Tashia Senn</b>, trained in one of the most prestigious schools in the country F.I.T. (she later told me she still has mentors there). I was enamored with her strapless canary yellow silk chiffon gown she showed on the press preview, but she later dazzled with a fall line including a white lace jumpsuit, shift dresses in metallic leaves prints, a diaphanous yellow blouse with a beaded skirt and a silver jacquard skirt suit. "The collection was 50's inspired", Tashia told me after her fabulous girls came down the runway. She also confessed it was the glamour of stars such <b>Kathryn Hendrick</b> that inspired the line, evident in some of the shapes seen through the collection. The clothes looked, as she once said, "uber-feminine" and the fabrics looked super luxe. It was an exploration of an era that inspired and still does some of the greatest designers in the world. The collection just screamed Glamour (with capital G). Check her previous collections <a href="http://tashiasenn.com/"><b>here</b></a>. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">On Thursday night, there was a t-shirt competition open to the public. One of my good buddies<b> Oscar Saravia </b>(picture below), who I first met on my junior year of high school, was one of the few contestants. Knowing first hand his abilities as a graphic designer and artist, I was elated when I heard he was going to submit one of his designs. The contest consisted of creating a t-shirt design related to Crystal Couture. The models came out to the runway wearing the designs from each representative designer, it only seemed a matter of seconds that a tee festooned with Christmas lights forming two large crystals was announced as the winner, much to the dismay of many. I later heard the contest was not open to the public for "xyz" reasons, but then the legitimacy of it seemed dubious and biased. I think many would have prefer to have an open contest, where each designer could've at least have an opportunity to explain the concept and thought process behind their work. </span>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">As I mentioned on the previous post,<b> Carlos Reaves</b> was also part of the festivities (his off shoulder concoction was donned by the beautiful former America's Next Top Model contestant <b>Sandra Nyanchoka</b>). Carlos likes to play with proportions and, through his work, reflect his ideas of what the future holds. There was certainly a sense of exploring the new on those orbit-like straps protruding from the models' shoulders, and his use of small reflecting square shaped mirrors adorning, usually, the waist. I've seen the collection on a previous occasion, not implying it was boring. Instead, this time, it shined in a different light due to the almost blindingly reflectors fixed to the ceiling. Even thought there was nothing I haven't seen, he introduced a new piece, a languid one-shoulder shocking pink gown with those aforementioned tiny mirrors festooned to the sleeve (see below). His designs are fun, relatively futuristic and for a woman who is not afraid of the new. <b>DJ Neekola </b>(who was in the house) wore one of his designs (picture below, model on right) to her recent <i>Playtime</i> album release party. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">One of the best edited collections of the week was by <b>Marcella Somuah</b> of <i>Consignment Diva </i>(photos below)<i>, </i>who sent out an eclectic collection with the help of <b>Adrian B. Harris. </b>The array of clothes they showed for women was virtually consisting of chic fur coats, one of my favorites was a pelted shrug by BCBG, and I also loved the buffalo plaid asymmetrical coat below, <i>tres chic! </i></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i></i>Their men's presentation seemed like it was inspired by a mad British bloke, a nod to 80's punk and bespoke tailoring. There were plaid cotton pants in different color combinations worn with striped button ups, with either sweater vests or a quaint denim one, all accessorized with prissy bow ties. The anti-establishemnt, subversive aspects were seen in rolled up beat-up denim jeans worn with leg warmers and kilts affixed to suspenders shown in shirtless buffed models. I was enthralled with the juxtaposition of the garments, a bit of formality mashed with something not-so-formal. A way of dress I find attuned to today's youth. I was later surprised when I briefly talked to Adrian and learned this whole thing just came out as a "spur of the moment", given the amount of work put into the presentation. Furthermore, B. Harris also mentioned he wanted to find strength and for him that meant "combining textures, such as camouflage, striped, and leather". He adds, "When you wear a tuxedo you don't want to look like someone else, so adding boots, and leg warmers changes the whole look." Before their presentation Marcella even told me, "Harris is still in the studio working on the last piece" which was a full skirt in camouflage worn with a black top, and a huge bow wrapped around the model's neck. If that's spur of the moment, I wonder what would have came out with advanced preparation. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">On the last night I met <b>Meena Tharmaratnam</b>, president of <a href="http://www.ibhana.net/"><b>Ibhana</b></a>, a boutique catering to women with a sophisticated taste. Meena may not be as young as the other designers, but she sure has a spirit as young as them. She was ubiquitous. One night she showed a batch of silk coats, then on Friday she carefully selected a couple of sensuous silk and crepe red and burgundy dresses (see below). And finally on the last night she showcased gorgeous LBD's. Meena is always thinking of her customer, "She's 20 to 60 years old, and I carry clothes from sizes 2 to 18". That's a considerable target market. One of my favorites was a laser cut short dress with the arms exposed, perfect for a night out. I always think of a little lack dress can take you from the White House to The Park at Fourteenth. It's that transitional. She also told me one of the designers she carries in her boutique, Joseph Ribkoff, constantly dresses Miss America. A suiting fit for a tasteful boutique. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I would also like to mention <b>Philissa Williams</b> from <a href="http://www.thembefashions.com/"><b>Thembe</b></a> (eclectic assorted draped dresses with a nod to the Middle East). The fabulous <b>Carolyn Thomas</b> from The C.A.T Walk boutique, <b>Meagan Kurtz </b>from <a href="http://www.admkjewelry.com/"><b>ADMK</b></a><b> </b>(amazing jewelry designer), <b>Tamara Lee</b> from <a href="http://www.boutiquehush.com/"><b>Hush Boutique</b></a>, <b>Elizabeth St. John </b>(organic wedding gowns) <b>Nate Leon</b>,<b>David Perry</b> and <b>Marques Davis</b> for their relentless work backstage. Last but not least, every single model who worked the runway every night. As Karl Lagerfeld once said, "models give a face to fashion".</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">At the end of the night, to the beat of DJ Neekola, every model, producers, some retailers and designers (and even me) took over the runway and danced the night away. It was a celebration of a culminating week-long laden with hard work, dedication and most importantly passion. Frankly, I've never had so much fun at a fashion show before. All was missing were a few "innocent" drinks. Finally, the dates are already set for next year, February 7 - February 12 (if they let me host at least one night, rest assured, it's going to be a complete fashion utopia). </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">All pictures by Mud Productions. </span></div>Jimmy De La Cruzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10244743261935939589noreply@blogger.com23