Wednesday, February 26, 2014

My Day at the V&A

Hello Fashionators!

Hope everyone had a nice Wednesday! Today I slept in, got lunch at Parliament with my boyfriend, and went to the Victoria and Albert Museum!

I had been told by many people that I would enjoy the V&A, as it is a very innovative museum that had many textile, jewellery, and fashion displays. I planned to go earlier in January, but suddenly came down with a case of minor head trauma. Anyhow, I was very excited to visit today, and was immediately impressed with the museum. Unlike other museums, the museum has a very inviting aura. The building is rectangular, with a large courtyard featuring an artificial pond in the centre, which is visible in many areas of the museum. I walked to the main entrance to drop my things in the cloak room and grab a map. In the main foyer was an amazing lighting piece by Bocci, which swayed ever so slightly with the wind. I felt that the movement in the sculpture made the museum seem more approachable and less static, which I really enjoyed.


Before beelining to the Fashion Museum, I explored the V&A, especially the rooms hosting Renaissance pieces. I loved that the exhibits were not just works of art, but rather the art of everyday, ordinary objects. I think art is often separated from utility, but in my opinion, that should not be the case. The ceramic bowls and plates were a bit crude in shape and colour application compared to modern standards, but I was amazed by their ability to create the colours and produce pottery without the paint bubbling or running. There was also a notebook belonging to Leonardo (Da Vinci) showcased, which I initially didn't appreciate for it's value. After considering why this may be featured, I thought about the fact that one of the most genius men to ever live wrote in this notebook; that he had touched the pages I saw. The museum of Renaissance art hosted a decorative salt cellar, tapestry, architect sketches, stained glass windows, and part of a dome hanging from the ceiling. These pieces would never be found at more traditional museums, but the inclusion of these assets developed a feel for life in the place and time period. I felt a stronger sense of understanding for the works of art from this period because they were contextualized by the other pieces included.

I explored a bit more of the museum, then headed outside to the courtyard to see the pond, which is currently part of an exhibit by Xu Bing. Bing has utilized the shallow body of water for his piece "Traveling to Wonderlan", in which he explores an idealistic depiction of untouched nature. His placement of rocks, peach blossoms, ceramic fish in the pond, and foliage create a scene of nature. I appreciated his decision to make a soft vibration in the water and have light wisps of mist appear from under the rocks. After enjoying the fresh air, I finally headed to my favourite part of the museum: A large roomed marked "Fashion Galleries".

At first I didn't know where to look first; I felt like a child in the candy shop (also known as my adult self at the candy display before the checkout at Sainsbury's). The exhibit was in chronological order and began with a display of clothing until the 17th century. I studied the fashion, styling, and shapes used in this era, but was most fascinated with the social and political implications of the clothes. Women were laced up into corsets made of whalebone, often damaging their internal organs, so they could be stuffed into restrictive dresses. Women were expected to be very properly dressed and groomed at all times, despite the difficulty it caused them to walk, move, and breathe. From the 17th century until about the 19th century, women's dress evolved in shape, but did not become notably less restrictive. Towards the end of the 19th century, though, fashion began to progress. One of my favourite pieces was a navy blue wool riding jacket with mohair braid. The structure of the jacket dates it, but the style has proven timeless. Military-style jackets seem to always be in style in some capacity (right now it's the earthy green quilted Barbour jacket). I found it fascinating that a piece from
 over 130 years ago would not have looked a bit out of place in the Louis Vuitton SS14 collection.

 

                                Louis Vuitton SS14

Fortunately, in 1890, the idea of the Gibson girl appeared and was popularized by the turn of the 20th century. The idea that women needed to be free to wear clothes for sport and activity was revolutionary. This form of rebellion against forced structure in women's lives was freeing for them both socially, as they could now play sports, and physically; they did not have to be laced into corsets for every hour of the day.  Scandalous pieces, such as woolen swimming costumes, were even displayed! Many were one piece, which were conservative and had shorts that hit the mid-thigh, but my favourite (of course) was a two-piece swimming costume. In sunflower yellow, it featured a structured, thick-strapped bikini top paired with high-waisted shorts that tied with a wool belt just under the rib cage. I believe this silhouette is very flattering, as it shows a flatter part of the abdomen and accentuates the waist.

I was most familiar with the designers and styles of the 20th and 21st century, particularly that of the last fifty years. Honestly, I struggle with forcing myself to study the work of the founders of fashion houses. It is not because I am uninterested, as I want and need to learn this facet of the fashion industry, but am already overwhelmed by the size of the industry today. The constant evolution of styles and trends is expedited by social media and the internet, so I spend a considerable amount of time watching runway shows, following social media, reading fashion magazines and memoirs as it is. It was very informative to see a large collection of fashions I was less familiar with, but was relieved to see clothing from the past century.

My favourite display was the one of evening dresses from 1947-1960. The pieces were so timeless and elegant, and had a sense of refinement that I fear the fashion industry is losing. My favourite was a Balmain dress from 1950 that was silk with ostrich feathers and rhinestones.


Another notable piece in this display was a two piece evening ensemble by Balenciaga in 1967. The Gazar silk makes it elegant, but the draping makes it couture. 


In the case of 1960's fashions, I was surprised with how familiar I was with the pieces. A jersey, multicolored Emilio Pucci dress from 1968 was immediately recognizable, along with a few printed ties. Another ensemble was a Tuffin skirt suit from 1964, which was featured in Vogue. This piece reminded me of the Louis Vuitton SS 2013 show, which showcased an array of pieces in black and white checkers.
Emilio Pucci Silk Jersey Dress

                      Tuffin Skirt Suit, 1964                               Louis Vuitton SS13

The last display was Radical Fashion from 1990-2012. There were many beautiful pieces, all by designers I am very familiar with, including Helmut Lang, Karl Lagerfeld for Chanel, Calvin Klein, Dior, Nicholar Kirkwood, Miuccia Prada, and Balenciaga. One piece, however, I noticed from across the room, and I avoided until looking at every other ensemble in the display. The piece was a dress from Alexander McQueen's Summer/Spring 2011 collection, which was the last collection he ever made. The evening dress is a short, silk dress, with a pattern McQueen laser printed from an ancient German piece of art. The skirt is draped over a an underskirt of feathers that were hand painted gold. The dress was featured with stiletto ankle boots and a gold knuckle duster bag, which McQueen popularized with a skull atop of the knuckle duster. 




When I saw this piece, I was overwhelmed and fought back tears. I was initially confused as to why I was so emotional, but it made sense. When I was in the eighth grade, I found an Alexander McQueen Tote bag in the back corner of a thrift store on a clearance rack. I had no understanding of the treasure I had, but loved the bag. In high school I began following fashion and familiarizing myself with designers and brands, but was particularly attracted to the work of McQueen, especially with the rise in popularity of Lady Gaga. I began watching his shows and couldn't stop. They were so different from everything else in the industry- he transcended colours of the year and short-lived trends; he created pieces of art for women to wear. I fell in love with his work, but was shocked to learn in February of 2010 that he had taken his life. I had been saddened by the occasional passing thought that I will never meet my hero, but never dwelled on it. When I came to London, I was excited to see the birthplace of Alexander McQueen. Only days after being here, I dragged my boyfriend down Bond Street and into the McQueen boutique. I studied the pieces carefully and noted the craftsmanship of each piece. I think Sarah Burton has done a fantastic job as creative director, but the clothes on Bond Street didn't solicit an emotional reaction, only admiration. 

Since going to the Isabella Blow: Fashion Galore! exhibit on at Somerset House, I have been troubled by the loss of McQueen. Seeing his work in person was surreal. Knowing that he touched and made the clothes I was viewing was an experience I cannot explain with words. One of the greatest designers to ever live made the rows of clothes in that exhibit, and I saw them all in person. After seeing his work, though, I understand the gravity of the loss experienced by the fashion world as a result of his death. His work is unparalleled by any living designer, and very likely will never be surpassed. Being in his hometown has made the loss of McQueen very real and very painful, as he has been the single most inspiring figure to me in my journey into the fashion industry. Had I not discovered McQueen, I would have never watched a fashion show, pursued the industry as a career, traveled to London, or be at my internship with Upper Street. This man, who I will never know, has dramatically changed my life. Seeing one of the last dresses he ever made was heartbreaking, and made the loss feel very new. McQueen inspired me to come to London and break into the fashion industry, and everyday that I feel unsure or fear failure, I remember his life and legacy. 

xo
BJordan


Tuesday, February 25, 2014

Brighton

Hello Fashionators!

Hope you are all doing well! Sorry for the lapse in posts; I've been very busy with school work, projects with Upper Street, and the like! I would normally not allow myself to go three days without a post, but school and work have to come first (being adult isn't as fun as I thought it'd be). 

Anyhow, the highlight of my weekend was a day trip to Brighton on Saturday! It was a gorgeous area, and I took over 850 photos! I started the day with the train ride to Brighton. Upon arrival, I toured the Royal Pavilion. After the tour, my smashing boyfriend and I went to a tavern for lunch. I had seabass, mushed potatoes and peas with bearnaise sauce. My boyfriend and I split an order of sticky toffee pudding for dessert, which was marvelous. 


Flower Shop



We headed to the seashore after lunch, which was absolutely beautiful. I photographed the ocean, walked the shore, and explored the pier for a few hours. While at the beach, I saw the most handsome pug! I have a pug in America, and I miss her very much. Seeing this majestic pug on the beach made me miss coming home to my little wrinkly love monster.






Candy Shop on the Pier









Flocks of Seagulls at the Shore





We went back into the town centre for a bit before sunset to see some shops and such. Of course, it wouldn't be a complete trip without a bit of trouble in paradise! When I went to the Barclays ATM, I requested to withdraw money, but no money was dispensed after my charge was card. I then spent £6 and 5 minutes on the phone with an automated answering service from Bank of America. Instead of burning up money on the phone, I found a cafe with wifi and spent about an hour sorting it out. Meanwhile, my boyfriend bought us a coffee drink to share. I've found a keeper- he knows to give me coffee when I'm upset! 


Display of Sewing Machines in a Shop Window


Macklemore Singing in the Streets


After settling the fiasco, we went to a few shops and looked around the town. As the sun began to set, we returned to the shore so I could photograph the sunsetting on the shore. The view was absolutely breathtaking, and I simply could not stop taking photos. My boyfriend said I was "shooting like I was in the Wild West"! 





My boyfriend finally dragged me away from the beach so we could get dinner and catch a train home. We had dinner at Casa Della Pizza, which offered a buffet. This is a treat, as there aren't many buffets in London, and the few in London are incredibly expensive. I enjoyed a dinner of pizza and bread with hummus (carbs on carbs with a side of carbs). My boyfriend insisted we order a dessert, but I was unsure, because we had already split a dessert at lunch. I finally justified it with the logic that we'd each had half of a dessert, so if we each had another half of a dessert, it'd be just fine. I was wrong. Boyfriend ordered the "Ultimate Chocolate Challenge", which was larger than the cake he got for my birthday. The waitress brought out a fishbowl-sized goblet layered with chocolate cake, chocolate fudge, ice cream, and topped with whipped cream, candies, chocolate syrup, sprinkles and wafers. I'm not sure if I'm embarrassed or proud of how much I ate, but I was miserable walking to the train station. We passed out on the train and trudged home. The whole way back I alternated between the phrases "I'm tired" "I'm so full" and "I'm never going to eat again". When I finally made it home, I went straight to bed, as a full day of walking combined with my food coma was too much to bear.

The Ultimate Chocolate Challenge


xo
BJordan


Friday, February 21, 2014

New York Fashion Week, Part 1

Hello Fashionators!

Happy Weekend! It's Friday! Well, technically it's now Saturday, but I just can't seem to get to sleep! I had the most amazing day at the Upper Street office! I worked with the photos of shoes I took at London Fashion Week and put them on Social Media for Upper Street! Check them all out here:

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/UpperStreet
Twitter: https://twitter.com/UpperStreetShoe
Instagram: http://instagram.com/upperstreetshoe 
Pinterest: http://www.pinterest.com/upperstreet/shoe-snaps/


Tonight I am bringing you the highly anticipated post about New York Fashion Week! I know I'm like two fashion weeks behind, but I've been fashionably late to everything my entire life, so why change now? Here is part one of my review of the noteworthy shows from NYFW:

Alexander Wang

One of the more innovative shows at MBFW, Wang utilized every element of the looks to achieve a strong juxtaposition between the boxy, androgynous silhouettes and the feminine undertones of the collection. The show began with a model in a long sleeve shift dress made of wool layered over a leather blouse and silk neck scarf. Each model had their hair pulled into a faux pixie cut, which enhanced the androgynous overtones. The looks progressed from utilitarian to increasingly feminine. My favourite silhouettes were the ones where a chunky knit sweater was paired with a mini skirt and thigh-high boots. The display at the end was a clever way to show the intricate laser-cut pieces. Overall, I enjoyed this collection far more than I expected and was inspired by the androgynous tones of the show, which I predict will be a huge trend in 2014.








Anna Sui

The show began with a row of models at the back of the catwalk, and as the lights came up and the music began, they began strutting down the runway. I was quite conflicted while watching the show and when considering how to construct my review. Sui had many amazing pieces, but the styling choices were poor. The apparel and accessories were largely beautiful, on trend pieces, while the hair, makeup, and shoe choices were all wrong. The collection consisted of rich, lucious colours including emerald, burgundy, mauve, gold, and violet. The colour palette was a beautiful selection of autumn hues, and the choice of colour tones was on point throughout the shoe. Unfortunately many of the looks were cheapened by knee-high boots that were made of bright leathers than matched the colours of the apparel too well. This matchy-matchy element really undermined the strong qualities of the collection. Patterns were paired in smart manners and a diverse texture palette was utilized, but I was still disappointed in the collection. The quality of colour, texture, and pattern palette did reconcile the mediocre styling, which lacked a sense of refinement. I believe that the looks could have been better styled by utilizing understated shoes, neutral coloured stockings, and less shine serum for the model's hair to allow the beautiful garments to carry the show. The styling severely distracted from the individual pieces and cheapened the collection.






BCBG Max Azria

BCBG is one of my favourite brands to wear, as I find their pieces to be elegant, young, and accessible. Their attention to detail is never unnoticed, and their pieces are so easy to wear. Their collection is exactly what I'd expected from them, so I'm a bit lukewarm about it. I like it, but I'm not head-over-heels about it either. The colour palette of cream, black, blush pink, soft turquoise and camel was beautiful, but a bit predictable. The fur-trim and cape cuts were right on trend. Each piece was well made, each look styled beautifully, and the show was aesthetically pleasing, but there was a single piece that really blew me away, which is disappointing. I'm so conflicted about this collection because I really appreciate the consistency with which they delivered this collection, though I was left wanting more. 





DKNY

When I think of Donna Karan, I imagine beautiful flowing jersey tunics and dresses that accentuate any woman's shape. Short history lesson: Donna Karan began her fashion career as an intern for Anne Klein. Karan launched her own collection in an effort to create a fashion line that made clothing more accessible to women, which is a unique characteristic to her brand. I particularly love that she makes such luxurious and elegant jersey pieces in many of her collections. I was disappointed to see such grungy street style for her collection. I am not bothered by the fact that she took a risk or even that it missed the mark, but rather that it did not feel organic or genuine. The styling felt forced, and the use of "street" style in such a literal manner was the wrong move. NY ball caps distracted from even the best garments, and the fur pieces felt disingenuous to the brand and too trendy. 




xo
BJordan




Thursday, February 20, 2014

My Major Change and Fashion Weekend

Hello Fashionators!

Happy Thursday! I hope everyone is looking forward to the weekend! Today was one of the best days I've had since moving to London! I went to work and did some research and compile some data... on shoes. I cannot say enough how completely perfect my internship is for me. Each day there is a new project, task, or challenge, and I am beginning to see how my skills have developed from being in such a wonderful creative environment. I left work early today at 15:00 to go to Fashion Weekend. I made a tiny boo-boo when scheduling my day. I bought tickets to fashion weekend for 15:30-20:00 entry to Somerset House, but also scheduled a 15:30 meeting to change my field of study. I had to cut work a tad early to make it all work, but I pulled it off!

Fashion Weekend

Tuesday evening I published a scathing criticism of fashion week. I do not retract any of my statements, as I feel that they accurately represent my experience and the tarnishing of fashion week. In my opinion, fashion week should be limited to those who do business there or are invited to shows personally by designers. Anyone else should not be allowed- including myself!

Fashion Weekend is the glorious event in place that allows consumers of fashion into the fashion week experience. Tonight was possibly the best night I've had in London. I went to Somerset House with a clutch stuffed with everything (except cash- huge mistake) and my camera. I had already bought my tickets, so I went right through the gate and received the pass that identified I belonged there. In the middle of the courtyard was a make-shift building. This building housed the runway for trend and designer runway shows and also an area where a few designers displayed samples of their work for sale. In there I bought the Maybelline Spring Collection of Baby Lips and Nail Varnish. I explored and admired the unique creations and wandered over to Somerset House.

Each wing held different genres of collections, though I don't remember where everything was exactly. There were endless rooms with rack after rack of designer pieces. I tried on a beautiful dress that I was entirely too short for. It wasn't a matter of hemming, as the silhouette was intended for a taller woman. The high crew neckline paired with the floor-length skirt made me appear very petite. I bought myself a gorgeous Jane Carr Italian Silk scarf. It's a large square scarf with a classic blue and white pattern. I was completely sold when I realized it was not just any blue, but Carolina blue. 

I soon found the room that was the holy grail of fashion weekend- the room that held marked down luxury designer pieces. Dolce & Gabbana. Celine. Bulgari. Most major designers had pieces on these racks. I restrained myself (though with much internal conflict) and didn't purchase anything. Though many of the pieces were gorgeous, especially a number of the Celine pieces, I couldn't justify paying quite that much for pieces. I feel that I'm too young and money is too scarce a resource to invest that much in my wardrobe. My style and preferences are constantly evolving, and I need a wardrobe that reflects that. I also couldn't afford the pieces and the shipping to get them back to America. 

I stepped out onto the terrace of the first floor (for my American readers, the first floor is what we would consider the second floor; ground floor is their "first floor"). It overlooked the Thames and the southern bank, which was absolutely stunning to see as the sun set. The fresh air and breeze felt amazing after being inside for over an hour. 

I looked through nearly every rack of every room just to see all the amazing pieces. I studied all the unique jewelry and accessories and noted the latest makeup trends. I stopped in the large Sunglass Hut room and tried a pair of Miu Miu sunglasses I've been eyeing for a few months, but ultimately didn't like the bridge over the nose. 

Every time I type a bit of my shopping experience that concludes with me not purchasing something, I can hear my mom saying "Oh thank goodness" to herself. 

While going through Somerset House, I was given a free Mueller Light yoghurt, which essentially changed my life. It was a chocolate greek yoghurt and it tasted like chocolate pudding. It was only 100 calories and 2 grams of fat for the whole package and even had protein! I have found a healthy replacement for Twirl bars! While ruining my lipstick by inhaling the chocolate yoghurt-pudding from the heavens, I met a group of American girls! They were also studying abroad. It was really refreshing to talk to them knowing there were in a similar position as being young women studying and interning in London! 

After perusing a bit more, I decided it was time to see the Isabella Blow: Fashion Galore Exhibit. I strolled up to the counter with ticket in hand to be denied. I needed to take my bags to the cloak room- no problem! I got to the cloak room only to have one of the most "classic Brittany" moments to ever occur. Since my credit card arrived, I haven't pulled any cash, as I get a better exchange rate using my card. It was one pound to store my items, and I couldn't see the exhibition I'd paid 10 pounds for in advance if I didn't. Perfect. I dumped the entire contents of my wallet onto the counter and started stuffing the receipts, chap stick, cell phones, and cards back in as the attendant started collecting change. It took every coin except for three pence in my wallet to pay to store my bags. The women donning Prada bags behind me stared at me like I was crazy, which is fair. I don't know if it even came out to a full pound or if the man just felt embarrassed for me. Either way, I was ready to go through the exhibit now! 

I walked down the stairs and was met by photographs of Isabella and memorabilia about her life. There were screens from runway shows, including one from Alexander McQueen's 1996 show for Givenchy. There were also a few of McQueen and other's pieces displayed around the room. The most notable was a hand knit sweater by McQueen that had a webbed effect and a fringed bottom hem. The quality and detail was absolutely stunning, and I began reflecting on Alexander McQueen's short fashion career. I went through the exhibition in awe of the pieces, styling, and displays. I really cherished the rarity and uniqueness of McQueen's earlier work. My favourite piece in the exhibit was the light pink feather gown he created for his SS2008 collection. I marveled at the intricate detailing and how each feather was placed by hand, and not one was awry. The structural mastery demonstrated in this piece combined with his unmatched creativity was overwhelming. The photo absolutely does not do it justice. The garment cannot be fully understood without seeing it in detail in person. Those are hand laid feathers that are roughly an inch long. The train in the back was about three feet.



For the first time in my life, I cried from being overwhelmed by beauty. Looking back and writing about the experience, it sounds odd, but it did not feel odd or out of place. I believe I was actually grieving the fact that the world lost Alexander McQueen too soon. Perhaps it is selfish to believe that he had years of creating left, but he had done more in those few short years than most designers do in a lifetime. 

I was sad to leave the exhibit, but had to in order to catch my Skype meeting. I journeyed back to my flat using one train, two buses, and my feet. I stupidly wore my BCBG wedges to Somerset House, and my feet were killing me after being in heels all day. My last bus was delayed, so I ran back to my flat from the bus stop. Of course, when I mean ran, I mean stumble quickly about the street in wedges while trying to keep my dress down, because I cannot run. I flew into my flat, threw my things down, got on Skype, looked in my diary and realized my meeting was for 20:30, not 20:00. This is good, though, because it was 20:05 when I got to my flat and I had time to take of my shoes and change into more comfortable clothes. 

I met with an academic advisor from my university so I could change my field of study. I was studying Economics, but learned that my passion is not in stock, accounting, or lagrangian functions- it's fashion. My advisory was so incredibly kind! She showed me the sun shining on the quad and told me about the lovely Southern weather! For the thirty minutes I spent on Skype with her, I felt like I was transported back home to my university. She let me talk about my experiences in my internship, my journey to discovering my passions, and my reasoning for changing my major! She was so informative, kind, and encouraging! I am now an Advertising major in the Journalism School, and could not be happier! I look forward to sending my advisor a few postcards and showing her some photographs when I return! 

I hope everyone had as much good fortune in their day as I did!

xo 
BJordan

Wednesday, February 19, 2014

Greenwich and a Bow Tie

Hello Fashionators!

Happy Wednesday! I hope everyone had a nice day! It was a beautiful morning in London, so I particularly enjoyed going out to run errands!

Today my adventures took me to Greenwich. I went to the National Maritime Museum to see the exhibition Turner and the Sea. I really enjoyed seeing the progression of Turner's work through his life displayed together. I also liked that the exhibition included works from Turner's studies of the sea, which revealed his artistic process and enhanced my appreciation for the complexity of his finished pieces. The addition of paintings by his contemporaries also provided a way to compare and contrast the works of that time and their use of techniques.

After spending quite a bit of time in the gallery, I began exploring Greenwich. I didn't know anything about the area, so I had no plan- I just started walking! I stumbled into the Greenwich market, which was a courtyard of hobnob shops bordered by more permanent shops. Many of the vendors in the middle sold food and crafts, while the bordering shops sold clothes, shoes, artwork, and the like. I got many good finds! 

I got my mom a pair of onyx and swarovski drop earrings, as black and white are the only two colours she wears when she's not wearing my clothes. The photograph I took of them turned out really poorly, but they're beautiful earrings that will go with everything!

I found a plaid bow tie for my favourite little cousin! Well, I use the word "little" liberally. He towers over me, but I will always be older! I actually quite miss my cousin, and was elated to see bow ties at this market. He is going to be fresh to death because absolutely no one in the States will have this bow tie! It was handmade by an artist in Greenwich, and because of the pattern of the fabric, no two bow ties are the same even if they are from the same fabric. I will be on the hunt for any other bow ties my stylish "little" cousin may like while on my European journeys! 



I bought postcards to send to friends and family, all with different photographs of London landmarks. Now all I have to do is find stamps, figure out how to send mail, and pray it gets to them back in the States!


Finally, I bought myself a purple crop jacket! I loved the buttons and it fit like a dream! It'll be a lovely addition to my spring wardrobe when it's not as cold. It's an A-line cut, so it looks boxy on the hanger but fits very well. It hits at the upper hip and will be perfect over a fitted jersey dress. It's one of the classic "it looks better on than on the hanger" situations, so just believe me. I know it looks frumpy, but it's not. 




Tomorrow I will be going to fashion weekend after work and seeing an exhibition! Hopefully it goes much better than fashion week, but I suppose you'll have to read tomorrow to find out!

xo
BJordan