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


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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Felder Felder RTW SS 2012 (Designers: Daniela and Annette Felder)

Show: Sept. 16, 2011 - London

Exceptionally  chained to the cosmic stars of the dark skies, I let myself go as the wild sounds surround. Drum, bass, and electric guitar keep my head as my neck writes a life of its own. This army of me is young at heart screaming it’s edge in studs amongst the titular rock queens. Watch as I become a ballerina in independent melody and tangled in an assembled mess of the fierce.

http://www.style.com/fashionshows/complete/S2012RTW-FFELDER

Badgley Mischka (designers: Mark Badgley and James Mischka) Spring/Summer RTW

New York September 13, 2011 - “My, how dazzling you are, and you haven’t even put on your dress yet!” exclaimed the little girl to her brand new doll, which she had just dressed up for a a Hollywood red-carpet appearance. Gracing a princess bun, nude lipstick and gloss, and bright silver ballerina-wrapped stilettos, her little model of dreams was lacking the most important part: her long, easter egg purple, sunshine yellow, and fantasy purple tiered strapless gown of sparkling bows and ribbons. Ready to praise her recent movie, “What Can a Girl Do?”, the doll winked her diamond-smile at the paparazzi’s deprived cameras.

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

(This was my favourite show of the season, no doubt! Just look how classy and beautiful those ballgowns are; when I get the money I’m adorning myself in these dresses.)

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/

Anna Sui Front Row SS 2012 Mercedes-Benz Fashion Week Because Crystal Castles is my favourite band - Alice Glass is inspiration to many of my everyday undertakings - and they have attended my favourite designer’s show, I am posting this to ensure my future self that this wasn’t a hallucination or a faux, Photoshopped picture I found on funnyjunk.com. Rest assured, I am contemplating “holding my head underwater” (only a true fan would know) for not sneaking into the show…if only I had known… Alice Glass in her token green military jacket and hot pink lipstick, wearing a classy Anna Sui black peter-pan collar dress with dark ankle-high boots, and the white cat-eye shades finishes the designer’s audience reel with the question of whether or not she has clandestinely been the muse.
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Anna Sui Front Row SS 2012

Mercedes-Benz Fashion Week

Because Crystal Castles is my favourite band - Alice Glass is inspiration to many of my everyday undertakings - and they have attended my favourite designer’s show, I am posting this to ensure my future self that this wasn’t a hallucination or a faux, Photoshopped picture I found on funnyjunk.com. Rest assured, I am contemplating “holding my head underwater” (only a true fan would know) for not sneaking into the show…if only I had known…

Alice Glass in her token green military jacket and hot pink lipstick, wearing a classy Anna Sui black peter-pan collar dress with dark ankle-high boots, and the white cat-eye shades finishes the designer’s audience reel with the question of whether or not she has clandestinely been the muse.