Saturday, January 25, 2014

Silver Screens & Silver Linings :

It’s been going on for quite a while now, even before sound was ever created. It seemed like love at first sight, or at first take I should say. They have quite the history these two:

The torment, the betrayal, the ones we never thought could never fail

The journeys, the endless walk amidst the shadows, and at last the rise of the broken heroes

The magic, the land of nightmares and dreams, as Phaedrus believes “Things are not always what they seem”

The glamour, the beauty, the real and the ugly

Totally, tenderly, tragically

The world of fashion and cinema

An epic love story.







“Cinema is truth, 24 times per second.”  Jean Luc Godard

At a time when silver screens were the only real silver linings, the cinema was always an escape from a harsh reality. For a few hours, many were able to simply dream and leave their troubles behind in a world filled with instability and turmoil. Back and forth they swayed with stars like Ginger and Fred, hypnotized, mesmerized, and for once blissful.



And from then on, it began, the rise of the revolutionary empires called studios. The cinema became not only an escape, but also a handbook on how to live, how to dress, and by all means, how to undress and eventually set the tone, the attitude, and most significantly the fashion of each era.



The Bad Boy Philosophy:

It was never merely about the jeans or the washed out T’s: it was how they wore it. It was the fact that no matter how ragged it looked, they could still pull it off superbly. Whether a tuxedo, or a leather perfecto, it never really mattered. Their provocative looks, effortless confidence and “I can do whatever the hell I want” philosophy, established what we call today the original “bad boys.” From James Dean to Marlin Brando, to Paul Newman, they developed the hip new “rebel” style. Their mannerisms, body language and attitudes they portrayed both on and off screens, compelled us to fall in love with them, to this very day. They personify the thrill of an adventure, a fantasy far from normality. These boys will always be boys.




The Rise of the Divas:

The unreachable, unattainable goddesses, and the epitome of glamour in which many not only admired but also sought refuge in. Exotic beauties set the trends and flourished into stardom alongside the masterminds behind their exquisite garments on the sliver screens. Designers like Paul Poiret shone alongside Miss Garbo, and others like Travis Banton fabricated gowns only depicted in dreams, such as the one he created for the movie Angel. Stars like Jean Harlow and her platinum blond locks and Marlin Dietrich with her masculine flare created an uproar, diversifying the styles of the time, taking fashion a step forward into the contemporary.



Changing the course of fashion, one take at a time:


"It's a mistake you always made -- trying to love a wild thing." Holly Golightly


-"Why don't you love me anymore?" Paul
-"That's life" Camille 


"So what will be left of me in the end?" Polly Maggoo


"I've never seen such beautiful shirts before." Daisy


"I got some bad ideas in my head." Travis Bickle


"Isn't it more fun when you don't have permission?" Mia Wallace




Tuesday, January 7, 2014

Peace, Love & Tie-Dye : The Women of Woodstock




A while ago, I came across this photograph while researching the hippie era and its immense influence on fashion today. It was one of those images that just resided in my mind, consequently awakening a curiosity in me towards who I like to call, the child of Woodstock. Was it her look, her gestures, her movement or her grace? It was certainly something far beyond what my eyes could see. It just seemed like all she represented and all she stood for was captured in this single moment.






Who is she? And what is her message? In my words, this is what she would have had to say:

I am a rebel
A rebel with a cause
In fact, the greatest cause of my time 

I am free
My mind has no boundaries
From the highest peaks of insanity to the grounds of reason
Thoughts run like my blood of yellow sunshine and purple haze
Wild, like the tangles of my undisciplined waves

I am exposed
My heart is on my sleeve and my soul keeps me clothed
I have nothing to hide
I have nothing to lose
My world might seem disordered but I am not the one confused

I am change
I am the rise of a new age 
I am a peculiar flower on branches breaking away from their roots
Blooming solo, in rainbow colors and cowboy boots

I am unconventional
I do not play by the rules
For in my world we stand indifferent towards your ideologies, systems and schools

I am fearless in the land of conformity
I swim against your raging tides
I live to make waves of diversity in the waters you have standardized

I am an individual by thought
A movement in my presence
Young in my years
Yet mature in my acceptance

I am a lover
I am the revolution
I am the explorer of all that is beautiful 
One who refuses to be blinded by your constitution

I am the streets
I am your raving summers
I am the offspring of the beats

In the words of Ginsberg “I wake to see the world go wild”
I am peace 
I am love 
I am forever the flower child


Today...
I am depicted in history
After all, fashion is a display of change 
But to you I will remain a beautiful mystery
A queen on the Woodstock plain

From here on out, 
You are free to embrace your style as a form of expression
As flowers grew out of the thorns of depression

They said we had to take our heads out of the clouds 
But we changed the trends of an era without asking to be crowned

So dream on… dream on…
Rewrite your stories 
Let your hair down

Dance to the beat of your own drum 
Free your mind
Free your heart
Soon after, a new age will start