Books

What did YOU wear today?

Whatiworetoday finding out that such a fashion web 2.0 specific book was being published via Bits and Bobbins and reading the VERY stimulating comments that ensued because of her post, I literally got on the phone to the publishers and requested a review copy pronto.  So we have a book called 'What I wore today...', the premise of a lot of fashion blogs that we all read and view with.  The book isn't written by any particular author but by Korero

Flick and Decide

Now I know the Chloe Sevigny for Opening Ceremony collection probably divided opinions across the board.  Love?  Hate?  Dug the shoes, hated the clothes?  Liberty print overdose?  Tight gingham pants not doing it for you?  Opinions are unsurprisingly varied but perhaps a look at the latest photobook curated by Chloe and shot by Mark Borthwick that has resulted from the collection might sway the naysayers?  Or not...

Exotique stuff

Exotique1 And so the 'random books' accumulation is going very nicely as I'm constantly raiding my local Black Gull Books for treasures and this one is no exception.  A Taschen reprint of 'Exotique' magazine, the magazine of 'femmes, fiction and future fashion'...aka a fetish mag that popped up in the years 1955-1959.  Ok, so people in the 50s' were into kinky things as well but the book WELL and TRULY dispelled the myth that fetishistic wear, PVC, impossible shoes and dominatrix looks were born a lot later.  The composition and the structure imposed by the garments in the phot

Judging the covers only

Passing by my local gem of a bookstore Black Gull Books never failes to bring some chuckles and smiles even though it is closed by the time I come home (ergo, at least an hour of my weekend is spent browsing there...) and this week, their window display has some excellent vintage 'young persons' books with the sort of illustrated covers that just don't really exist anymore.  Of course, the titles are intriguing enough.. 'You're a brick, Angela!' and 'The Girl's Budget' for example.... what could it all mean.... but having not gone beyond the covers at all, instead, I clock a rather fetching tweed beret and coat combo, some nun-chic 1930's-40's school hockey outfits, some juicy bright polo shirts and puffy 'too-short' childrens' dresses that reminds me how I weep that I can't fit into the stuff I had when I was five.  Shallow?  Me?  Not at all...