Some people won, some people lost. I don’t really watch it for the awards because people I like rarely win. I feel like Ozzy Osbourne in that one commercial when he asks, “What’s a Bieber.” I don’t know, Ozzy. I don’t know.
Lady Gaga was doing a tribute to David Bowie though and I wasn’t going to miss that. Especially when the photos started making their rounds on Twitter. Goodbye X-Files and Lucifer, hello commercialized awards show. The things I do for glam rock.
The tribute has been met with some heavily mixed reviews. I personally thought it was decent. Not my favourite thing ever but also not awful. It sadly was a glorified advertisement for Intel, which was definitely a slap in the face of Bowie and his family (Duncan Jones had some things to say…). Gaga’s white suit (Marc Jacobs) was compared to Vegas era Elvis. I can see that. I also saw a little of Angie Bowie. The close-ups showed embroidery depicting various images spanning Bowie’s career. The performance had some of Bowie’s own team behind it with Nile Rogers on guitar and Kansai Yamamoto collaborating with Gaga on a tearaway cape. At the end of the day it was the work of a fan, which Gaga is.
There were of course other people there. In fact, Alice Cooper was there! That made me rather giddy. He still looks like the baddest Satan-worshipping vampire of all time. His new supergroup band, Hollywood Vampires, did a little tribute (there were a lot of those this year) to Lemmy Kilmister and Motörhead. Amazing. Any one of those old gents could have drank the entire audience of the Grammys under the table.
Nothing terribly impressive going on fashion-wise. It should go as no surprise that my favourite ladies were all sporting pieces from fashion’s powerhouses. Thumbs-up to the top 5, in no order.
I have been an enormous fan of Gary Graham since the first time I encountered his beautiful work. It’s like it was custom made for the weird girls marching to the beat of their own drums. The layering. The textiles. This ethereal gothic beauty present in absolutely every single collection proves that gothic goes way beyond just wearing black. It’s romantic in the sense that Lord Byron is romantic; beautiful prose but also with this element of darkness. It’s flawless.
His new collection is no different. Weird girl chic at it’s finest. Romani. Gothic. Occult. Dreamy. Nomadic. Witchy. Priestess. Goddess. Romantic. Perfection.
Well, why not? The smaller fashion weeks have a tendency to provide you with more basic ideas of fashion. As much as I love McQueen, Margiela, and Ackermann it isn’t for your average lady who’s elbow-deep in an avocado stand.
That’s me. I’m always elbow-deep in an avocado stand. Someday I’ll wax poetic about avocados for you but today is not that day.
More often than not I’m stomping around in a cocoon of comfort. When I saw these two collections from Kiev Fashion Week, I fell in love. Long sleeves, slouchy silhouettes, and a clear palette. How can you not appreciate something so straightforward?
Chakshyn – I love colour in the fall. Even if I tend to stay in blacks and greys, I love it. So the splashes of poppy with this faded periwinkle Picasso print have a lot of impact. It’s artsy without being in your face. The exaggerated sleeves kill me. Warm knuckles and fashion. I really want that sweater.
Jealousy – Now this is a colour palette more in my realm of thought. Greys and blacks that speak volumes. The use of texture in a shiny shearling bomber and the playful monogram keep the looks fun. Overall the simplicity rings true. Yet again with those sleeves. Who needs hands?
I admit that I’ve never looked at a fashion week from Kiev before but I’ll definitely be paying attention now.