diana vreeland: the vogue years

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there has always been air of dignified mystery around diana vreeland. a certain je ne sais quoi of how she turned a simple society magazine into the raison d’etre of the fashion publishing industry.

well now, thanks to her adoring grandson, alexander vreeland, part of her veil has been lifted through the new book diana vreeland memos: the vogue years. the book – a collection of over 250 personal correspondence pieces – is a fashion-fueled journey of creativity, prescience and an unwavering dedication to originality.

perhaps what is more interesting, is that the memos give detailed insight into how a she managed both creatives and the creative process.  notes to richard avedon, cecil beaton, cristobal balenciaga, coco chanel illustrate the nuance with which she operated, delicately cajoling these luminaries into producing some of their best, most illuminating work.

her notes share hints of that special sauce, that ideal formula, the one all we aspiring editors, wannabe game-changers, and deprived fashion writers crave to hold in our back pockets. she seemed to understand that perfect balance between sass and entitlement, between inspiration and execution, and through it all getting exactly what she wanted.

some may see it as ennobled coffee table book, though those who look more deeply (and you know, don’t mind following in vreeland’s footsteps) will see it is a guide for greatness.

be frisky, be direct, be original. be diana.

 

furniture by karl

Imagedear uncle karl has done it again…

he is expanding his aesthetic empire once more (thank god, because i know i was getting restless about what else karl would be doing…chanel, his line, dove chocolate bars, and diet coke is just not enough).

so of course he went to the only thing left he hasn’t touched yet… furniture.

partnering with cassina, karl darling photographed the avant garde collection in his loads of spare time. as he says in the behind-the-scenes video, “i have less than a second to find a graphic composition.”

it is every bit of ridiculousness as one could imagine. he even kept his sunglasses on. true karl. true brillance.

enjoy.

dear uncle karl

karl lagerfeld is a god of gods. this we knew.

and turns out in his godliness, he is also a man of many (sometimes questionable) opinions.

popular fashion news site, fashion, etc., released an article yesterday aggregating all the things mr. lagerfeld is not fond of…in his own words. and while at first glance i thought this was undeniably inane, something lead to me continue clicking (procrastination a likely catalyst). turns out karl has some solid points…

1. flip flops – “i’m physically allergic to flip-flops.” my parents (god bless their european souls) also did not believe in flip flops. it wasn’t till i was 15 that i bought my first pair. and while we may have experienced a brief love affair in high school, our break up was sudden, deliberate and i shall never go back.  i scourge the person that brings them into my house these days.

2. short men –  “life is not a beauty contest, some ugly people are great. what I hate is nasty, ugly people. the worst is ugly, short men. women can be short, but for men it is impossible. it something they will not forgive in life.” i would forgive it, but girlfriend is 5’6 and heels just make me happy. stupid happy. and who wants to give up stupid happy?

3. sweatpants – “sweatpants are a sign of defeat. you lost control of your life so you bought some sweatpants.” unless you are coming to or from your pilates-cum-barre-cum-circuit-whatever classes, no one wants to see them. lulu lemon exists for a reason. lead yourself not into cotton-drawstring temptation.

4. thongs – “i’m not mad for thongs.” well karl, there is a reason you are a gay male darling. although, i do appreciate the support because no woman actually enjoys having a piece of fishing wire strung betwixt her buttocks.

5. meetings – “i don’t do meetings. at chanel, there are no meetings. at chanel, we do what we want, whenever we want and it works. and fendi is the same.” my name is karl, and i do what i want. #badass. too bad my office doesn’t also want group nap sessions, champagne lunches or company-funded shopping sprees. rude.

um, karl – will you be my spirit animal?