“Vogue always did stand for people’s lives. I mean, a new dress doesn’t get you anywhere; it’s the life you’re living in the dress, and the sort of life you had lived before, and what you will do in it later.”—Diana Vreeland
Anna Wintour’s predecessor knew a thing or two about life, fashion and living. Responsible for taking Harper’s Bazaar and Vogue into mainstream publication and popularizing the circulation of the fashion magazine across the globe, Vreeland was known for fearlessly speaking her unedited thoughts aloud. What I really admire about her, though, is her zest for living. Instead of complaining about the wrongs in life, she set out to create the life she wanted to live. Vreeland spent every moment of the day living, not over analyzing or allowing fear to keep her from taking in each moment with a fresh perspective. She saw the challenges of life and business as opportunities to express her best and most highest self. At times, her solutions were received well and highly praised and at other times she fell flat on her face. But she wasn’t afraid of the fall nor did she allow the possibility of falling keep her from trying. This is true inspiration to me. To live life in such a way that you are fully present and grateful in each moment. Allowing these to open the door to your passions and creativity. Then maybe we won’t despise Mondays so much but instead see the day as a new possibility for a new beginning to a new creative moment. Mondays? Yes, I’m starting to look forward to it just a wee bit more…
6:15pm CST. The collective sigh as you made your appearance on red carpet at the Met Gala is the maddening reason behind this post. You are a star. Destined for greatness. Your humble spirit and immense talent speaks volume. The world has taken a seat in your audience, eagerly awaiting your next move. But let’s address the daring move you made last night, I get it, it was your JLo-in-the-Versace-at-the-Grammys-moment. You wanted to make a bold statement. After all, you have stunned and silenced us throughout this award season. Radiant in Ralph Lauren, Glorious in Gucci, Dazzling in Dior and Charming in Chanel. On Oscar night, I expected the mecca of dresses and though you looked graceful and elegant as always in Oscar de La Renta I must admit I was quite disappointed. This was your chance to showcase your true beauty and fashion sense (and your stylist). You didn’t flunk out but you failed to excite.
Last night you excited but you failed to ignite. The Met Gala red carpet wasn’t the place for the flapper inspired emerald green Prada gown and the Star Wars headpiece. Where was the architecture (structure)? Volume? Charles James inspiration? Red carpet fashion is about risk taking but the Prada was a poor choice for a beautiful starlet. Please, Lupita redeem yourself in only the way you can. By dazzling us once again and enrapturing us under your magical fashion spell.
Each spring, celebrities and fashion lovers unite at the fundraising gala for the Metropolitan Museum of Art’s Costume Institute known as the Met Gala. Fashion Mecca. Fashion Prom. Each year brings a new exhibition (and theme) highlighting the creative work of innovative designers. This year’s exhibition is Charles James: Beyond Fashion, showcasing the designer life of “America’s first couturier.” James, a British-born designer, known widely for his architectural aesthetic with many pieces being interchangeable keeping his ideas new and fresh. Exquisite tailoring and lush embroidered ball gowns were signatures of James.
There was just one dress tonight….just one…it represented Mr. James well and it was simply stunning. Karolina Kurkova in dreamy Marchesa.
Kurkova stunned two years ago at the Met Gala in Rachel Zoe. The theme was inspired by the exhibition of Schiaparelli and Prada: Impossible Conversations.
The evil doer often comes to harm through his own deceit.–Aesop fable
Woody Allen. Robert Kelly. Terrance “Terry” Richardson. These three men are regarded as the crème de la crème in their respected industries and have all been accused, some tried in a court of law, and found guilty by the public of inappropriate sexual behavior. All have gone to the greatest of lengths to cover and annihilate the “rumors” of accusations, even penning public proclamations of innocence. The latest scandal of the three features famed fashion and portrait photographer, Terry Richardson. Known for his explicit, often nude, images of models and celebrities, Richardson has photographed some of the best in the business and worked for top publications. His resume is quite impressive; his work well received and is name is infamous. But the allegations that appeared via Twitter three days ago published by Emma Appleton are not the first of its kind. In 2010 and 2013, Richardson, who’s explicit often nude images tend to push the boundary of sexual and appropriate behaviors, stood accused of similar conduct by professionals in the industry. Dirt was slung from both sides as Richardson and his supporters fought to discredit the voices that cried foul and defend his brand and name. As with most sensationalized internet stories, the debacle settled into dust particles as the fire slowly burned into nothingness without a clear indication of the true details of the he said she said battle. Richardson continued to work and play as, I’m certain, he felt he dodged the flaming arrows of injustice and the attempt to vilify his persona. But on Sunday, US Vogue issued a clear and concise public statement, proclaiming,”The last assignment Terry Richardson had for US Vogue appeared in the July 2010 issue and we have no plans to work with him in the future.” Quickly distancing itself from the scandal and possible storm of criticism that will transpire in the future (Vogue has recently had its share, and more of public judgment handed to them by the Kim and Kanye cover mess). What’s different about the scandal of today versus yesterday is public support. No one, not one person, has come to stand behind Richardson. The photographer himself hasn’t spoken a word except one lousy standard declaration through his publicist. The silence seeping through Richardson’s dark room isn’t good; it would appear there is some difficulty in finding influential voices that are willing to buck against the power of Anna Wintour and Vogue.
Where does this leave Richardson? Innocent, guilty or perhaps the conversation in question between himself and Appleton was blown out of proportion, it will take quite a miraculous turn of events for this situation to be favorable for him. Richardson can kiss the power his name once yielded goodbye. Yes, he will continue to work and play perhaps not as boldly, but his seat is no longer perched atop of the industry. Remember John Galliano? I do, as many others; however we don’t often hear his name anymore, read about any recent work or accomplishments. The same fate, I believe, awaits Terry Richardson.