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Kate Jenkins at the Rebecca Hossack Gallery

piks via The Guardian

The quest for the perfect ankle boots is eating up a considerable portion of my internetting time and I’m yet to find boots as sweet as the Trinket boots at Dune but they’re all sold out bar size three, damn you my bigger than size three feet. Perry boots at Topshop look good on the website but not so great in real life and £135 seems a tad too much. The search goes on…

This dress keeps climbing in through my eyes and demanding that I try and buy it. Damn you.

Megan over at the amaze Commas and Clauses recently blogged about the new Dusen Dusen collection and I agree – I cannot wait.

What’s not to love. Check out the red accents in the first outfit.

via style.com

No, she doesn’t, she sells clothes and junk on eBay.

Sell, sell, sell – that is the aim of my game. I’ll selling some stuff on eBay to try and get some cash monies to pay the bills and hopefully put towards a holiday in the sunshine (outside of London). Stuff includes: Whistles, French Connection and Agent Provocateur. Check it.

And here’s a picture of a dog dressed up like a lobster to help us get through the day.

Or prints work.

Yo, prints, you’ve been around for some time now. What’s the plan?

The plan? The plan is to stick around and cover stuff up.

The print refuses to desist, dissolve, or dissipate. Whether it’s the floral escapade making its way across your tea dress, or the digital print marking your body con , it’s made it pretty clear that it will not be leaving the room. The geometric print has angled its way onto Matthew Williamson skirts and into the Resort Collections of Marchesa and Jonathan Saunders. The tribal noise is banging across maxi dresses and skirts at a rate never yet before seen, and then there are the animals, 100 x 100 marching across your crop top, into the lining of your jacket – the fucked up troubadours of the print procession.

I love it. The weirder the better.

I recently picked this dress at a French Connection sample sale and I thought ‘What is this? I don’t like it.’ But then felt compelled to buy it (£20 price tag might have played a part) and wandered off with some other, more sober items, but you know what? The dress rules. The weirdly sort of clashing-but-not colours and the digital (is it?) flower print really work and I’ve never had so many compliments about something that I initially thought so repulsive.

In Zara a while back (I was there looking for the web-whored cat dress that we all know) I found this rabbit in a hat tee sitting all alone, atop of a mixed up pile of sparkly stuff – it was late on a Saturday afternoon, you know what I mean? I felt like Moses parting the Red Sea when I walked in, only I parted a mess of clothes with my foot, as opposed to the sea with my rod. But getting back to this – isn’t it lovely and twee and kooky? No, no it’s not. It’s totally fucked up and weird and I love it. And having spied the Zara lookbook we are guaranteed more rabbit weirdness filtering it’s way down over the next few months. Speaking of Zara – where is this skirt? Where is it? I found this image over on We Covet but man alive I cannot find it and this induces a hulk-like rage because I don’t think I’ve ever seen a skirt I’ve loved more (at this length). ROAR.

So, Topshop says that animal prints are back – when did they leave? We even have them painted on our nails – zebra, leopard, tiger (sorry had to get WAH in – I loves ‘em). River Island continues to pick up it’s game with floral, retro, tribal and just straight-up weird prints across their collection – the shorts below are my favourite.

And the rest of the High Street has their hand firmly in the proverbial print pie – Whistles has a storming print collection, New Look, Oasis, and of course ASOS are right up there fighting it out, so there’s no excuse – get your freak(y print) on.

And I can’t bang on about print for this long without mentioning Liberty, but I’ll be brief – Kirkwood meets Liberty? I just shat my pants.

Prints I’m feeling right now:

Yes, it’s true. You can read all about it over the world wide web and ponder, ‘Is he a cock, or isn’t he a cock?’. Answer: he’s an utter cock who can shoot a camera (round of applause), has a propensity for too much flash and plaid shirts, and needs a tight hiding from a lot of girl’s brothers.

So, Tavi et al had their say but for me it was Fake Karl who said it best of all.

‘In case you didn’t read the above because you’re illiterate and only read twitter: If you support Terry Richardson, you are anti-women. If you publish his work, you are anti-women. If you think him using his position of power to rape women is chic, you are anti-women. For an industry that makes an awful lot of money from women, it’s not exactly a profitable stance, hmm?’

And fuck Dov Charney. Morons.

And blows dust into our eyes and right up our nose, but it’s cosmic dust made from the souls of 10,000 dead stars so it’s ok.

I like Christopher Kane a lot, I wasn’t totally in love with the gingham cut-out furore of Spring but I got it, I also wasn’t 100% into the leather + the lace + the floral, but I did look with fondness at the recent Kane inspired Topshop dress as I was pushed along by the heaving mess of too-many braclets, backcombed hair and painted nails whilst inhaling the soft, febrile hum emitting from the ground floor of the Oxford Circus flagship store.

You see, I like Christopher Kane a lot, but I LOVE him when he gets right up in your face and asks you to look harder. And when you do, you suddenly realise that there’s more to it all than meets the eye. Way more.

What’s not to like about the aggression spilling forth from the chest of this demure model whose t-shirt bears the face of a mandrill that looks like it could suck her own face off and shit it out within seconds, only to eat it again.

Yes, Summer 2009 was a good year for the monkey but this collection takes us to space, leaving the monkey to posture and fight it out all alone in the jungle. We have zoomed past the atomic explosions of Resort 2010 and have embarked on a new journey teleporting across galaxies splattered against cotton whilst chowing down on frozen ice cream. This isn’t new – it’s clear to all and sundry that the space vibe is permeating all elements of fashion right now – the homely tie dye has a whirling super nova effect when pulled off just right, Suno (worthy of an entire post, or 10) treats you like a god, depositing galaxies on your shoulders, whilst mociun has been rocking this shit for moons and now everyone else is cashing in. But this isn’t futuristic fashion with a wink and a nod to Irwin Allen and Roger Vadim, this shit is serious – it’s explosions from another world raining down on you, and you, the fashion astronomer, are blazing your way through light years to rock this shit in the real world. How very lucky we are. And the shoes? Hmmm, maybe a little Barbarella meets Benny Hill but Kane likes to fuck with us, and we like to get fucked.

Saying all of that I still love the understated AW09 collection and I often take time out to reminisce about how much I wanted to claw Hermione Granger’s smug face when she rolled into NYC wearing that nude dress, but you’ve got to hand it to her stylist – that girl has got taste. Ok, less deviation, resume focus – Resort Collection 2011 rules hard. Selection of images throughout via the world wide web of dreams – style.com, 10, Vogue…

Kane AW 09

Suno


Moicun

Listen little tootsies, I love these Hobart sandals from Dune too, but they’ll no doubt be sold out by the time I have any cash monies to buy them for you, so stop your crying and start walking.

And they want these too, greedy wee feet.

from Big Bang Theory