My words are insignificant next to such tremendous beauty. If I were wealthy enough, I would lounge around in Haider Ackermann all day like his muse Tilda Swinton famously does. His designs speak for themselves. I think of his aesthetic as if Rick Owens' post-apocalyptic warrior goddess left behind battlefield Earth for a fabulously wealthy alien planet in a far away galaxy. Now instead of fighting all day, she lounges around in noxious-gas colored silk ensembles with her new coneheaded extraterrestrial friends. This is a totally ridiculous story I just wrote. Staring in the face of abject beauty does that to me. See, I told you my words had no meaning.
I was standing on Walton Street chatting with my friend Morgan (the blonde one) when I saw this woman approaching us. She was walking fast, but I loved her topknot and Malcolm X glasses. I had my camera ready swung it up and snapped just in time. This woman is so cute with her cuffed pants, coiled red hair, and oxford shoes.
Cable knit sweaters are in for fall (then again, when
aren't they "in") after being shown on the Alexander Wang and Jil Sander runways. I really love these affordable sweaters by
Charlotte Ronson and
Madewell (JCrew's little sister).
