I wanted to talk about the Alexander Mcqueen Spring 2012 RTW for a few reasons. First, of course, I kind of adore it, and it's as good a reason as another. But there's also a theme that I see recurring in the collection; even though it may not have been Sarah Burton's idea, but I felt like all the little (giant) models were actually tiny ants, that, in order to work together, had to form a whole. I mean, you have to admit, they do resemble the different social levels - if i may say - of a society of ants - there's the pink princess, the dark survivor (you know, the ant that's alway following but never keepin' the pace, I know, creepy that I know so much about ants? I thought so too.), there's the tulip ant (did I mention I like nature? But not more than NY, of course - woo pollution right?), there are the goddess ants, the baby ant, the chic ants and the first dark warrior ant's budy right at the end (it's in chronological order, in case you wanna check)

Of course, it immediately reminded me of :

So I got kind of red in front of my computer typing 'heigh ho' up (*cough*lying*cough*) and decided in the end to put it up. Sarah Burton's clothe are much more fashionable than the 7 dwarves, at least I believe so very forcefully, and that makes me affirm that I love the dramatic yet little childish sense of it to me (ants ARE dramatic ! Do you think it's easy to see your loved ones die everyday ? Huh? I'm fighting for a lost cause here, just return to heigh ho).

Anyway, this is why I preferred the whole to the details (ant complex) in this articular collection, it just seemed to fit better.

1960's here I come !!!!

If there was ever a moment in history I would want to invent the machine to go back to the past for, it would have to be, without hesitations, the 60's. Just close your eyes and imagine : waking up in the morning because your phone is ringing, to pick it up, put it to your ear and hold it still while putting on a long cigarette the most naturally of the word, then actually feeling fashionable in a long pale silk gown and playing Blanche Dubois in your long hot bath. Then going to this new and exciting job that's actually up in skyscrapers like you've never seen them before. Order a steak and a scotch. Make it double. And you're in 1960, New York, getting ready for the best years of your life... Aaah, dreams that will never come true...=D They say hope keeps alive.

I mean, when else than in 1960 could you say Turn on, tune it, drop out ? I can pretty much imagine myself saying that to my English teacher - either she wouldn't understand, or she's actually so old that she would remember =P.

Whoever thinks of saying 'Oooooooooh yes, the singleman party'** now, huh? I miss the 60's (and saying this strictly meaning that I was unfortunately not born, not even conceived... My mother was not born in 1960. My father was not born in 1960. The 1960's existed without the knowledge of me... How lonely it must have been :p

I also had a huge crush on the singer of The Seeds and on their Can't seem to make you mine (I love the little sounds he makes at the end of a line sometimes !). It's like, hey, I wanna add something that'll make me be remembered, let's do weird noises ! Yay (going totally out of my mind now...)



You might also happen to know Canned Heat, for the singer's very peculiar voice (okay, I'll tell you, he's got a quite high voice - but so great)



Of course, I need to keep the best for the end - The Velvet Undergrounds, who are basically eargasms over and over again :



You have to give credit to Mary Quant for freeing about everywoman in the world and becoming our legend :




One of my favourite photographers happens to be Cecil Beaton, for his almost sculptural silhouettes in his black and white photos - the grace is so present behind his camera that there a thing to his photographs, that you can't really define but that's there...

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