Helmut Lang Fall 2012


From the year 2112:

Do you remember those days when “ARGH!” meant “run from the famished T. Rex charging at you”? I do because I had the opportunity traveled back in time…
Just as much as I “oohed” at the giant creatures and dinosaurs passing through the tops of the trees and tromping on the pure lands, the natives among the great plains of Pangaea“awed” at my clothing: shiny, tight, metal-black pleather (we are very careful in the future with Animal Rights). Basically, I looked as typical “robot” as age-old predictions get…

Travelling along the mountains near the village, a pile of glowing dirt clumps caught my attention. I bent down to get a closer look - I thought that I was needing a pair of spectacles - when I felt the heat arise from the ground…
The town was destroyed by the lava that encompassed the valley, but all the people were saved thanks to my, finally useful, fervid actions.
For my great deed, I was awarded a triceratops’ heel bone, which, according to the aboriginals, brought peace and understanding to my journeys ahead.
The only other proof I have of my journey is my shiny black suit, which was discolored by the sunlight and molten rock.
  I think it looks pretty damn hot.



Inspiration
Land Before Time


Back to the Future

Lobotomy for a Egotist - Alexander Wang Fall 2012




There once was a dark Princess who would never cease gabbing away about her achievements and possessions. She rarely considered other people’s successful actions as their own, and thought that she was the wisest of them all with the world on a string.
Karma, Destiny, and Fate had been spying on this particular narcissist:
“What a cause! Wait till I get my effect on her!” bossed Karma.
“It is all her. We must show her what she deserves!” agreed Destiny.
But Fate was the most enlightened, “It is out of all control. What ever happens, happens.”

Sure enough, the people that the Princess would act pretentious towards abandoned her.
Now who could she boast to, but her own self?
Unable to be heard,
She became trapped

in her own

head.






Inspiration

Sucker Punch


Echo & Narcissus


Secret Paradise - Alice & Olivia Spring 2012

Alice & Olivia RTW S/S 2012

“Darling,” Brittany implied in a matter-of-fact tone, “I have never even begin to think of vacationing in such a delightful place!” The tropics of Parais seemed to sweep past her in the convertible as if she was longingly watching a film. She needn’t live vicariously this time, though, as all her hopes and dreams materialized all around: Forbidden Trees held lavish fruits of lipstick red, blush pink, and martini green. It felt like she was peeking into a secret garden locked away by an angel!
She sat back, bit her bottom lip, fixed her bug-eye sunglasses and sunhat, and gave way to the sigh of contentment. Her life could end right there, and she wouldn’t mind being “spiritually stuck” between the pomegranate Daiquiri drinks and mint leaves of the equatorial Paradis - as long as she was allowed to keep the shoes.





Inspiration

The Secret Garden



Tarzan & Jane


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ORIGINAL POST

“Veiled Desires”

Carolina Herrera RTW SS 2012
Sept. 12, 2011 - New York
“Do tell me why I got the feeling that the little angels didn’t delight my company as much as I did theirs?,” pondered the baroness, resting her delicate face against her white glove. (The 25-mph wind was blowing against her rosy cheeks and her sunhat had to be held down by a white silk scarf; she was in the passenger’s side of her fiance’s Morris Cowley.) It was because she was assiduously correcting the invisible dirt and feathers on her thin & diaphanous dresses instead of playing with the children’s budgies and bright yellow canaries. “Just be natural, and try not to ingratiate yourself into children’s lives, my dear,” but her fiance dared not proclaim this aloud, for fear of her feminist brusqueness.
Inspiration

The Sound of Music’s Baroness

Moriss Cowley car

Christian Dada Spring 2012 “Signal/Noize”Oct. 20th, 2011 - Tokyo


“Are you afraid of the dark?” was the last thing Thana heard before being knocked into the darkness by some unknown presence. Her eyes were still closed, but she could feel the cold, colourless air around her as if she had been there before - in a past life. She realized she was confronting a familiar fear: death. But the transition from life to this wasn’t as painful as presumed, in fact she barely recalled how she came upon this unprecedented region of mysterious dimensions. Why now? She was young still - in her third decade - was there a rationality for this incident?Who was here? Any ancestors or friends. Angels?Was she free? Free from the cage of her limits on Earth?All of Thana’s answers were answered as she opened her eyes.

Inspiration
The Death Clock reminds you that time is slipping away…every second.

The Tale of Three Brothers - via Harry Potter & the Deathly Hallows

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Paco Rabanne Spring/Summer 2012

Designer: Manish Arora

Oct. 4, 2011 - Paris

I’m a celestial body that has fallen from another Universe, but who are you to understand? My people are more technologically advanced than you, so there is no reason for you to try and declare battle with us. We have the utilities to eliminate your whole planet at the speed of light.

I come in peace, and you can take it to my mother’s meteorite.

My whole life I have been anxious to visit this rock you call “Earth” to verify other extraterrestrial beings do exist. There is no reason to doubt anymore.

Also, my kingdom voted that I notify you of the end of your sun and of your solar system. We invite you to bring your kingdom near ours - we have agreed to provide you with all resources needed to survive and blossom. But we have one condition: that we are permitted to revive Alexander McQueen to create our Kings’ & Queens’ garments.

Bjork: Army of Me

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Johan Ku Spring/Summer 2012

Oct. 19, 2011 - Tokyo


“F*UCK! I can’t believe we haven’t started rolling yet,” Summer had taken the ecstasy an hour ago and, according to the dealer, it should have hit her already. The music was starting and she didn’t even feel the intensifying of colour and sound from the drug.

Maybe if she tried dancing like the others, or even believing that her pupils were bigger than her head THEN she would get the high. The high. The consistency of floating and spinning in the air to the boom of the bass and vibrations flowing in her veins. The lace-ribbon neon lights that seemed to tickle her eyes as passing fence. Every point defined with cotton-soft clouds from the ground to the tippy top of her mind. The end of one thought is the beginning of another as the sleepless one drives her tongue wild on the journey through her own adventure.

“Sit back and enjoy the ride: It’s the survival of the fittest in a neon paradise...”


Johan Ku features glow-in-the-dark clothes!! Trendy ravers will finally have something to get their hands on, but hopefully they aren’t being chased by police because there’s no way of really hiding in this antipode ninja attire.


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Style Bubble Review
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Meadham Kirchhoff Edward Meadham & Benjamin Kirchhoff Sept. 20, 2011 - London “Cheeky,” she sparkled at the boys impudently staring at her from across the playhouse. This young girl wasn’t ordinary, and she hated being called “cute” because she saw herself as a rather peculiar being, and so did everyone else. She had no friends at school, but she didn’t care: her time was spent with fantastical stories about wizards and kings and jesters - and not to forget the lands she traveled to when no one was else aware. It was never her birthday, but she was eternally offered banquets in her honour by Queens and faeries. It was never her birthday, but she sat amongst the most richest of fabrics and gold. It was never her birthday, but she was always allowed to eat cake. photo source The video for this show is even more intense, like the Jill Stuart show on ecstasy…or just plain old Courtney Love. Check it out.
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Meadham Kirchhoff

Edward Meadham & Benjamin Kirchhoff

Sept. 20, 2011 - London

“Cheeky,” she sparkled at the boys impudently staring at her from across the playhouse. This young girl wasn’t ordinary, and she hated being called “cute” because she saw herself as a rather peculiar being, and so did everyone else. She had no friends at school, but she didn’t care: her time was spent with fantastical stories about wizards and kings and jesters - and not to forget the lands she traveled to when no one was else aware.

It was never her birthday, but she was eternally offered banquets in her honour by Queens and faeries. It was never her birthday, but she sat amongst the most richest of fabrics and gold.

It was never her birthday, but she was always allowed to eat cake.

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The video for this show is even more intense, like the Jill Stuart show on ecstasy…or just plain old Courtney Love. Check it out.

Issey Miyake

Yoshiyuki Miyamae, Creative Director

Oct. 2nd, 2011 - Paris

Someone spiked one of the four drinks resting on the table with a hallucinogen. She accidentally took that drink. Thank the heavens-no-the blossoming buds she had people to watch her. People were watching her. These alien-beings were using their newly developed technology and robotic electroids to test on her! She had to leave - “RUN!” she yelled inside her head. She was getting scared out in space, even as the beings were telling her everything was going to end in beauty. Everything was going to end in beauty. It was all a cycle, wasn’t it? Life, time, growth is a cycle. The end of one is the beginning of another.

At this moment she experienced the same peaceful atmosphere she had felt when looking into the botanical-illuminating stars as the tsunami hit her Earth. “There shall always be progress and restoration. Reproduction fights death.”

P.S. This is Mr. Miyamae’s first time in control of the brand’s designs!

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