At over $300 a pair, Del Toro tye-dyed chukkas are the absolute anti-thesis of what tye-dying clothes was originally all about - a cheap way to make your clothes look fashionable. But if you got the bucks, these puppies would look real cool with a pair of faded jeans and an old t-shirt. Coming this Spring.
Leave it to a man to come up with this brilliant idea.
He’s happy, she’s happy, the whole world’s happy.
Kahlo with husband, Diego Rivera
Unfortunately though, not anywhere near me.
Frida Kahlo’s clothes were recently curated at her home (now a museum) in Mexico City. While Frida’s traditional dresses, which defied the modern European fashions of the time, are the obvious draw, it would be just as fascinating to see the elements of her wardrobe that functioned as a part of her disability.
The artist’s ornately decorated prosthetic leg will be on display, though I believe her beautifully-painted torso casts are in separate collections.
Plaster Corset With A Hammer And Sickle (An Unborn Baby)
Looking like a knitted cozy for a dildo, this spectacular wedding dress was made some time in the 60s.
Update: It’s an Yves Saint Laurent dress from 1965.
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Punk rock tattoos are tricky. For a culture so frequently rooted in mocking nostalgia (when not outright eschewing it), tattooing lyrics on yourself could come off a little corny. (GET IT?!?)
However, this beauty, inspired by Descendents’ “I Like Food,” is all that is earnest and sincere about punk rock. I doff my cap to you, sir, and I doff my cap to food.
“Alice says: Whip the one you love—get a tube for for your best friend too!”
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As best I can tell from my rudimentary knowledge of sartorial paleontology, the trajectory of the Mom Jean goes like this:
In the late 1970s earl 1980s, you had your sleek, high-waisted silhouette, aided by the blend of polyester into the denim. This was a tricky look, generally thought to be best-suited to the long and lean. Think Brooke Shields in her Calvins.
By the 80s, poly-blends felt dated, and waist-lines dropped a bit (failed experiments in pleating and strange washes were rampant, but we’re sticking to the basics here). By the 90s, the snugness relaxed, perhaps in response to the influence of grunge (and high fructose corn syrup?).
What we are left with is the Mom Jean: a garment of no determinable silhouette, often, but not always, fraught with details like pleats and trouser pockets. It has the unholy power to make even the shapeliest of posteriors into bulky, amorphous blobs, and the leanest of them into the long, flat ass of defeat.
And now you can buy them at Top Shop for $80!
This one runs you $100
I laugh, but there will be a million Brooklyn girls sporting these, looking somehow lovely. It’s an anomaly prevalent in young Brooklyn I like to call “uglimmunity,” where a girl is so conventionally attractive, she can literally wear the ugliest thing you’ve ever seen, and will somehow appear irreverently chic.
But I, as a mere mortal, do not possess the powers to rock the Mom Jeans, especially not the Mom Jeans never even intended for moms to wear. No, these Valkyries of fashion will appropriate the ceremonial garb of moms simply because they can.
I think The Dude would totally lose respect for me if I spent the asking price of $200.00 for this Cowichan knit sweater.
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As long as this puppy isn’t made from alpaca (my allergies) I’m in!
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