Showing posts with label Andy Warhol. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Andy Warhol. Show all posts

Saturday, March 3, 2012

150/15 by Darcel @ Colette


150/15 is an exhibition of 150 portraits by Australian-in-New-York artist Darcel Disappoints to celebrate the 15 years of fashion, art and design store Colette. Colette is a store in Paris, one of those super cool places that I would love to shop at but certainly can't afford. Still, I like to go on their website and online-window-shop.

Chanel designer Karl Lagerfeld. I wish I was cool enough to know him
and call him Uncle Karl.

Anna Wintour. Oh, you know... Just editor-in-chief of Vogue. No big deal.

Darcel has worked with Colette for several years, but his main source of expression is his blog www.darceldisappoints.com. In it he tells through images the misfortunes of his character as someone trying to "make it" in New York.

One of my biggest inspirations in life, the amazing André Leon Talley. Vogue editor and Savannah regular, one of the
funniest persons ever and with more fashion knowledge than anyone else.


Probably my favorite artist of all times: Andy Warhol.

To celebrate Colette's 15th birthday, Darcel made 150 portraits of personalities from the fashion, music, design, photography and art worlds. The portraits will be exhibited in the store during March. And all the images here are from the exhibition... They can be bought for €150 and there's only 15 of each. I chose my favorite 15 out of the 150 to show here, but you can see them all here: 150/15.

Just one of my favorite designers. I also love her because she's BFFs with my girl
crush Gwyneth Paltrow.


One of the coolest persons I've ever seen, Waris Ahluwalia, of House of Waris and Wes Anderson movies fame. He was
at SCAD Style last year and he's just so cool.


Grace Coddington, creative drector of Vogue and redhead extraordinaire.


CC. If I need to explain her, you shouldn't be reading this blog.

Suzy Menkes, fashion editor of the International Herald Tribune. A real fashion journalist
and true inspiration for me.


Bill Cunningham, the original street style photographer. And one of the cutest
men of all times.


Another real fashion critic, Cathy Horyn from the New York Times. Such a critic, she has
been banned from shows.

YSL, mon amour.

I just love the Olsen twins' line Elizabeth and James... And that they really, really don't care what
people think about them.


Alber Elbaz, who recently celebrated 10 years designing for Lanvin. He's just like a Teddy Bear.

*All images come from the 150/15 website. They all belong to www.colette.fr.

Thursday, April 7, 2011

Back in time...

People often ask annoying questions like "if you could go back in time what era would you choose to live?" Usually I don't like to imagine what I would do because it makes me want something I can't have. But this week I've been thinking about it. And I decided it would be the sixties. I would love to be a British socialité that goes back and forth from London to New York. You are probably wondering why. Or not. But I'll tell you anyway.



I watched the movie Nowhere Boy, that follows John Lennon's start in music. The best part of the movie, besides the non-Beatle music from the fifties, is the little boy that plays Paul McCartney, Thomas Brodie-Sangster. I first fell in love with him in Love Actually, my favorite movie ever. But seeing he's not 21 yet, I shouldn't like him that much. What I am allowed to like is the fashion from the sixties, it's not super hippie yet and the music is not so obviously sexed yet either, so there's the UK part of my dream


















The second part, the NYC part, is Tom Wolfe's new journalism piece, Girl of the Year. This literary journalistic article about model Baby Jane Holzer made me remember my love for Andy Warhol's Factory. I love Warhol's paintings and I admire his weirdness and how he was part of a world he created but didn't belong to. Also, I admire Edie Sedgwick's style so much I'm considering getting her haircut (or at least Sienna Miller's interpretation of it) so I can be a Factory Girl (which I could never be because I will never be cool enough).