Coveting 10.13.10

Dear Gareth Pugh,

If you could just messenger me over the following looks from your new collection, that would be great. You’ve even sold me on the colour white.

Smooches!

Alex

(Seriously, I would sell my baby brother for this jacket.  Sorry Charles. I love you and all, but I’m a sucker for asymmetrical closures and interesting peplums.)

Sleek, black, vaguely armour-like. WANT.

Disco cyborg. Hate the leggings, covet the dress.

This is so cool and android-at-a-Ren-faire-y. I want to twirl around in it.

I think my other brother might have to be exchanged for this jacket. Sorry, Max. Your charms are no match for metallic drapey awesomeness.

So, Gareth, what do you think? Do we have a deal? My undying love and two brothers in exchange for your awesome clothing?

What do you mean, it doesn’t sound like you’re getting much out of it?

So cruel of you, Gareth. I thought you were better than that.

[via where you will also find awesome menswear looks which I ignored in my selfish focus on my own imaginary wardrobe.]

And inspiration to revisit the collection thanks to Gene!

 

Future vintage

There’s something satisfyingly retro-Barbie-future-chic about this cover shot of Sasha Pivarova. It looks like a still from a Barbarella spinoff. Our fearless heroine here could be another emissary from Planet Earth sent to explore the universe to see what other exciting discoveries can be brought back from backwards planets. She doesn’t seem to possess the charm and spunkiness of Jane Fonda, though, and she seems like she might be in some sort of distress in this picture, so this imaginary film of mine might be doomed to the cult shelf of an indie video store. Students would check it out to laugh at the cheesy plot and to coo over the awesome outfits. Sorry, Sasha, you’re no Barbarella. But you do clean up awful nice.

Sasha Pivarova by Steven Meisel for the cover of Vogue Italia, March 2007.

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