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


“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

Nicholas K SS RTW 2012

New York September 8, 2011 - I was raised amongst the sempervirent woods where camping wasn’t a trip, it was a routine. Now that I live in the city, my tattered and mud-stained asymmetrical clothes had to be dried against the bricks of buildings.

There are vast differences that are reminiscent of the mountains: I don’t forget that it rains whether I am taking shelter under clean mesh tents or splattered draped anoraks. I don’t forget that it is important to take cover against wind tunnels as between slouching boulders or layered metal. I have been taught well by the precipitous floods.

http://www.style.com/fashionshows/review/S2012RTW-NICHOLASK

Porter Grey SS RTW 2012

New York September 8, 2011 - Typically I have no problem with accessories, but today I am a bit bothered by dangling accoutrements; all a person needs it to cover their upper and lower body parts, no more. I am ready for the tea party - ready to leap into the patches of sunny azaleas with my younger siblings and cousins. I feel effortlessly pleasant while I maintain my classy sophistication, never will I be portrayed as spurious.

http://nymag.com/fashion/fashionshows/2012/spring/main/newyork/womenrunway/portergrey/

Carolina Herrera SS 2012

New York September 12, 2011 - “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 features 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.

http://nymag.com/fashion/fashionshows/2012/spring/main/newyork/womenrunway/carolinaherrera/

Earthquake

When I ran outside terrified that the house was going to explode (we don’t expect earthquakes on Long Island all too often), I thought of the personal possessions that I would go back inside the house to collect. Then I realized that I don’t really need anything…I guess you can say I was enlightened.

As Mo once said, “it is easier to give up all your things when you do not have a choice.”

Thank you, earthquake, for guiding me towards becoming a meditating monk in the fjords of Norway.