There’s a certain sect of fashion design that has tapped into the rather lucrative and popular oeuvre of traditional artists. By that I mean taking from Van Gogh, Piet Mondrian, Gustav Klimt, Monet, and so on.
There are few films or shows that inspire me immediately to change my look.
Everyone once in awhile I watch certain films or shows and get an itching, uncontrollable urge to exude a style or a character. Sometimes it’s an entire outfit, sometimes it’s a makeup look, and sometimes it’s an air.
The internet is all abuzz at the prospect of sweater weather, as it is commonly called.
And all the “basic” types, as they are called, slink out from under flower crowns to slide into chunky knits and drink what shouldn’t be called a latte but is still dubbed as such; the pumpkin spiced latte.
(We all know it’s just liquified sugar, with nary a pumpkin in sight.)
The current it-girls, the girls of the moment, the supermodels, if you will, are nearly all the progeny of past stars. And how un-American!