Showing posts with label capes. Show all posts
Showing posts with label capes. Show all posts

Tuesday, June 30, 2009

Sneak Peak // Chloe Akimbo

Three of the lithest and longest dark blond mannequins in the business hoof it through hay in camel coats and capes for the windswept Chloe campaign. In this AnA exclusive preview, Mikael Jansson lenses Sigrid, Kasia Strauss and future American Vogue cover girl (just a rumor, kids) Karlie Kloss as they set their Arms Akimbo on the Spanish steppes.

We love the luscious 90s supermodel hair, the choreographed STEP and impeccable styling. Dolly approves the thigh-high boots for her own luscious limbs; Ms. Streisand always covets a pantsuit; and we challenge you to find Ms. Ross NOT in a cape or exaggerated drapery. Perfect and Golden for Fall!

Tuesday, March 10, 2009

Swing Coats Akimbo // Giambattista Valli

Name anything more pleasing than outerwear with a sense of swing:


Here in the AnA loft we often find us girls adrape in shift cover-ups, voluminous capes and giant furs. Giambattista Valli interpreted ease with Fall's somber colors but also snuck in color. Plus since everyone is going animal crazy, what feels more fabulous than peacock prints on evening wear?
Peacock print, give me the hilarity of peacock FEATHERS.
Some days I feel like an oppressed high shouldered farmer's wife living on the PRAIRIE:
Other days I want HIGHLAND SHAG:

Oh Giambattista. Every season is a dream and awash in ideas. What a high-necked wonder.

Thursday, June 5, 2008

ALT + The Less Attractive Williams Sister (Which Isn't Really Saying Much)


It was, I know you must be sure, a fluke. There I was, perusing some vintage tie clips at this little place I found three months ago, quickly grew tired of and whimsically decided was worthwhile again, when who should stomp in, wearing that star jones (do note the small caps, dear) rand of shoe but Mr. Venus? Well, she strong-armed me, and you know how fragile I've been since the, uh, diet, and before I could flicked the wildebeest away with the back of my hand, I had agreed to cart the little tart with me. I tried my dearest, and rather valiantly I might add, to hide her beneath my CHANEL cape, though. Pesky creature can smell the flashbulbs from 300 paces.

who dat