Okay, so it’s been a rough day. And my fourth drink isn’t even touching the cloud over my head. So I camp out on Style.com and start looking at all the Spring 2013 RTW collections, hoping to see flowy, feminine dresses and separates that make me feel warm and pretty and happy inside.
Black leather and severe, architectural constructions which hide a woman’s body are not my idea of a warm happy Spring. And most of the collections I’m seeing so far are black leather and severe constructions.
This collection from Sachin & Babi is the prettiest I’ve seen so far, but I have to stop and ask:
Are they polishing these girls’ areolae?
My silly obsession with shiny nipples aside, these looks from the same collection are what a happy Spring looks like to me.
Today’s lesson in fashion history features the exciting work of fashion illustrator, Antonio (aka Antonio Lopez).
Born 1943 (same year as my Dad), we lost him in 1987 to the same disease which took my best friend and an entire generation of some of the world’s finest artists, writers, comedians, dancers, friends, neighbors, brothers, dads, and friends. (Yes, I said ‘friends’ twice.)
As The Fashion Book says, “His work dominated fashion illustration for a decade, encouraging a discipline that had diminished throughout the 1950s.”
Paris in the 70s must have been a BLAST for Antonio and his friends; Grace Jones, Tina Chow, Karl Lagerfeld, and others.