NYFW Fall 2010: Rodarte - Dia de las Mulleavys

Well, once again Rodarte delivered another pretty, well-crafted, high-concept show that I can only pretend to understand or care about.

I'm a traditionalist at heart. Put me in a corset, a tiered ball gown with an understated origami bow at the neck and I'm in fashion heaven.

Rodarte's clothes tell a story -- this time apparently about sleepwalking in Mexico, I dunno; tell me all about it Nicole Phelps -- but with those hefty Mulleavy girls, it's never just about the clothes.

They have a vision, they're making a statement and I respect/love that.

Would I wear it?
Well, maybe the Tarzhay versions.

AnA's NYFW Lookbook Day 1: To Every Season, Turn! Turn! Turn It!

Much like global warming, though far more ominous, New York Fashion Week is upon us. And I know what you're all wondering: what will the ladyish boys of Armed and Akimbo be wearing? What looks will we dig up from the labyrinthine wardrobe closet of the AnA loft? From which designers will we beg, borrow, steal and inevitably blow in the backseat of a taxi to obtain the right ensemble.

Well, you know me, I likes to keep it simple. And cheap. So I'll be doing a high-low combination, both in my wardrobe as well as in my choice of pills. For starters, I think I might pair this Rodarte for Target shift worn as a T, paired with this Spring 10 Marc Jacobs pajama pant and this Fall 09 Nina Ricci jacket. Like I said, simple.

Dolly, ladylike as always, will pair this Chanel Spring 10 Haute Couture cape with this Thom Browne Fall 2009 suit and a glitter ankle boot he dug up at Forever 21.

Meanwhile, Ms. Streisand will be in head to toe Spring 08 Gareth Pugh, featuring this cube, these pants and this jacket.

I hope you're as excited as we are! And stay tuned for more of our NYFW10 Lookbook!

New (York) New York: A Hell of a Town

New (York) New York – 17 September, 2013

Dearests Dolly and Ms. Streisand,

The skies have turned a jaundiced yellow, the air, sickly and stale, is too toxic to breathe. All around me people are dying slowly from the radiation poisoning. Our days are numbered…but at least I look fierce. Thanks to these inhabitable conditions, I’ve finally gotten down to a perfect size 2, and my spine has curved into a permanent hunch. I now have an entire wardrobe to suit this Mad Max world we’ve suddenly entered. Since money is practically obsolete, or so I like to think, I just murdered the salesgays at Rodarte and stole the entire Spring 2010 line. I know it’s a few seasons old, but it’s so apropos for how I’m feeling. And everyone’s envious. At least I think it’s envy, it might just be the H1N1. Either way, I’m looking amazing and I expect to be dead within the week. Thus, I’ve included the wardrobe for the rest of my life, as I went about my daily tasks. Wish you were here (instead of living it up in the newfound paradise that is New New Jersey).

xoxo,
Ms. Ross

Here I am on the way to the munitions hut ...

This is after I tore out and ate the heart of Plum Sykes...not very filling...

I felt cute and flirty after leading a rather bloody stampede on Wall St...

Popping off to work at Trader Joe's...

Just came from the gym where I did 3 hours (!) of zombie takedown cardio

I had a hot date with what was left of Anderson Cooper...three locks of

silver hair and a Ralph Lauren suit...Gloria says 'Hi.'

End of the world party at Marc Jacobs'; Marc's dead, obvi, but I still like to use his townhouse.
I think he'd approve