As I'm writing this, Meadham Kirchhoff quirkiness is hitting the runway at LFW but since I've made a name for my procrastination and general weirdness, I just felt obliged to take the plane back to NY. Putting an end to my private fascination with Derek Lam's Fall RTW 2013 collection, instead I decided to trumpet it like a "proper" blogger would do.
Derek designed. Derek delivered.
He called the "subjects" of the controlled bohemia type and boy do I count as one of the girls! You see I've even conjured settings for each look.
The first is for my go to an imaginary obsidian dinner party to visually ravage puritan blackness.
These trousers in the second, can easily be a core component of my minimal everyday uniform fuelling a new cultured approach on Alanis' "cause I've got one hand in my pocket and the other one is hailing a taxi cab".
Oh the integral profoundly majestic satin blouse neatly tucked under these wondrous dark blue pants! I bet Phoebe Philo would gimme a high five over tea because of it.
And yep sustaining the paradigm of Pocahontas, I emerge with my suede mosaic t-shirt as a fully converted Christian Rebecca Rolfe to chill with myself in the last look yeah I do that a lot with nods to camel minimalism and burgundy diamond patterned femininity. Is there such a thing? Well duh, skirt? Pick up the thread... The whole thing came back full circle. Derek designed, Derek delivered. I mean it must be the name; Zoolander might have a say or two in the matter.