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MDNA Skin, You might get some garters some day

“Your body smells of honey from the comb.  Your amber silken skin smells of your mind.”

“Infinity.  Immortal.”

“If you  buy her product you might get some garters some day.”  This was my bf’s review after watching Madonna’s promo for her skin care line.  I asked if he learned anything about the products, “Absolutely not.”  He was impressed with the sexy, black and white ad and I was not.  I thought it was a joke, a parody of skin care.

I get it.  Madonna needs to stay relevant.  She’s bored and she needs to dabble in something.  Sitting at home, reading a book is not in her wheelhouse.  Partnering up with an existing skin care line is so done.  She’s Madonna.  She can create her own high-end skin care line.  Will it be amazing and keep us as young and fresh looking as her?  It’s hard to know since none of that was communicated in the promo.  According to her website MDNA SKIN will “challenge women and their awareness about the art and beauty of skin care.”  Oh.  It’s not supposed to make us laugh?

It has launched exclusively in Tokyo with a dedicated Japanese website.  Under the “Concept” tab is another black and white video flashing images and words of inspiration.  Her high fashion connections/collaborators are on display as the video is credited to Steven Klein and Mert and Marcus.  There’s no news of the chrome clay mask, skin rejuvinator(her spelling)  and serum hitting the States so we either have to bribe someone visiting Tokyo to pick some up or just wait for the reviews.

I wish Madonna had given us videos of herself applying the products and describing their benefits.  A sexy demo session not so choppily edited would have been okay.  Give us you in your fake boudoir, performing as only you can, telling us what we cannot live without.  Maybe she will.  Until then I’ll wait “hours, months, years” before trying it.

Gimme some Gallo stripes!

Selection of Gallo Socks

Selection of Gallo Socks

Since coming back from Rome a few friends have asked me what I bought.  I think they’re disappointed when I tell them Gallo socks!  In going to Rome I never thought it was a shopping trip.  To me it was more a cultural and food trip.  If I had more time to wander the neighborhoods and find local shoe, clothing or handbag shops maybe I would have come back with a new suitcase packed with purchases.

I like sending postcards to my friends and family instead of buying magnets or shot glasses.  Don’t get me wrong I’ve seen hilarious magnets and shot glasses but I think, “Do my friends really want a magnet with a small plastic Colosseum on it?  Will they really use this shot glass?”  I like to believe my friends would rather see pictures and hear stories than get another tchotchke to dust.  And too bad if ya wanted that Roman tchotchke cause I’m not bringing it back!

Okay, so you won’t bring back a shot glass but you get excited about striped socks?  Well, these are special striped socks.  They’re made in Italy and I thought you could only buy them in Italy but now as I look at their website you can order them online from various retailers (you pay a premium though as they’re more expensive than what we paid).  Alright so that removes the exclusive factor, let’s discuss the sentimental factor.

Bf wears Gallo socks.  I’ve rarely seen him in anything but these colorful, fantastic socks.  Oh and they have to be the long ones that extend almost up to his knee.  Short ones will not do.  I’ve always been tempted to steal his socks but he’d notice.

Imagine my joy as we’re on our way to board our flight back to New York and I spy a free-standing Gallo shop in the middle of the Rome airport terminal!

We received our socks in a nice Gallo logo covered pouch with snaps.  I love the orange rooster logo.

Cock a doodle woooooo!  Gallo socks!

Cock a doodle woooooo! Gallo socks!

It’s easier to match these up instead of just brown and black socks.  I would help my mom match up my stepdad’s black and brown socks and it was no fun.   At least with the stripes you know you’re matching up the right pairs and not a black and brown sock.

Gallo socks just out of the dryer

Gallo socks just out of the dryer

Here’s to an obssession fulfilled.  It will be a slow process to feed the beast but I will enjoy every moment of it.

Prisencolinensinainciusol by Adriano Celentano

Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious!  Prisencolinensinainciusol!  What do these made up words have in common?  They’re both songs, the first by American songwriters the Sherman Brothers from the Disney musical “Mary Poppins”, and the other by Adriano Celentano an Italian singer and songwriter.

Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious was “something to say when you have nothing to say,” and prisencolinensinainciusol is an approximation of what English sounds like to non-English speakers claims Celentano.  He wrote an entire song with incomprehensible lyrics and words just to get people to listen and communicate with each other better.  Whether or not he succeeds is up for question.  In 1972 when the song was released in Italy it wasn’t popular.  It took a performance on Italian TV for it to eventually become number 1 in Italy, France, Germany and Belgium.  I attribute that to the music itself and the choreography, not necessarily the new language he’s created.  There are no official lyrics as he would improvise them every time.  An Italian freestyler?

The video is fantastic.  I imagine they shot it all in one take.  It has that grand movie set feeling like the dream sequences of old movie musicals like “Singin’ in the Rain.”  I love how the dancing mob is wearing 70s style clothing but Celentano is dressed as a homeless man, or wait we call that boho-chic nowadays, right?  Was that to emphasize the made up, free flow of nonsense of the song?  His blonde lady friend deserves a shout out for her spoken gibberish moment in a deep, throaty voice reminiscent of Magenta in “The Rocky Horror Picture Show” AND dancing all around.  Celentano even plays the harmonica to end the song!  Hilarious.  I showed the video to my bf and first he says “Oh my God I know this song,” and then he agrees with the premise that English sounds like a bunch of nonsense to him sometimes especially slang.

Movie Mondays: Diana Vreeland: The Eye has to Travel

Diana Vreeland. Courtesy http://www.dianavreeland-film.com

I think part of my success as an editor came from never worrying about a fact, a cause, an atmosphere.  It was me–projecting to the public.  That was my job.  I think I always had a perfectly clear view of what was possible for the public.  Give ’em what they never knew they wanted.”  D.V.

I love Diana Vreeland.  She  is an icon.  The movie “Diana Vreeland: The Eye has to Travel” is a wonderful and entertaining portrait that is a must see if you have an interest in fashion, photography, celebrity, beauty or publishing.  She was such a ball of energy and creativity.  Her colleagues and assistants said she was difficult and demanding but I think she had to be to see her avant-garde visions carried out.

You gotta have style.  It helps you get down the stairs.  It helps you get up in the morning.  It’s a way of life.  Without it, you’re nobody.  I’m not talking about lots of clothes.”  D.V.

Vreeland was hired by Carmel Snow at Harper’s Bazaar first as a contributor which evolved into fashion editor of the magazine, and stayed there for 25 years (1937-1962).  She followed this with a stint at Vogue as Editor-in-Chief (1962-1971).  And if that wasn’t enough she was a consultant at the Costume Institute of The Metropolitan Museum of Art from 1972 until 1986.  The flip side of all this is that she never got a raise while at Harper’s Bazaar and was passed over for a promotion.  Her time at Vogue was cut short because the magazine wasn’t doing so well under her and her expenses for photo shoots weren’t helping.  Fortunately her friends rallied to get her a job at the Costume Institute where she revolutionized the department.

Vogue always did stand for people’s lives.  I mean, a new dress doesn’t get you anywhere; it’s the life you’re living in the dress, and the sort of life you had lived before, and what you will do in it later.”  D.V.     More