I’ve been thinking a lot about sexual signifiers recently; specifically about how people make sweeping assumptions about guys’ sexual orientation based on pre-determined and long-held social beliefs. I’m not talking about something as reductive as, “He likes clothes, he must be gay,” because it’s 2015 and I’m more surprised by young men who have no interest in clothing than by those who do, but even something as simple as, “He knows who the creative director of Chanel is, no straight guy would know that*.”Click to Continue!
Hey, gidday mates! Day two of London Collections: Men has come to a close, and after a sickly beginning, things are on the up and up. London Collections: Men is quite different from all the other fashion weeks I’ve ever been to — there are less shows, everything runs perfectly on time, and you have this incongruous mix of extraordinarily traditional Savile Row tailors who cut the world’s sharpest suits, and irreverent young creatives who might throw an extra sleeve on a jacket or cover the models’ faces in a lego mask.Click to Continue!
It’s been a few weeks since I saw Blue Is The Warmest Colour, but I haven’t been able to get it out of my head. I’ve read the reviews, the opinion pieces, and the interviews with the actresses. I’ve spoken at length about it with my Mother, my Father, my friends, and strangers who’ll listen. And the thing that frustrates the hell out of me is that all anybody ever talks about is the sex. I get it. It’s by far the most blindingly obvious thing to focus on — it’s gratuitous and in-your-face and shocking and hot and maybe even a little confusing. According to gay women I’ve spoken to, it’s obviously a man’s take on lesbians in the bedroom. And yes, it can probably account for why a low budget French film became so famous (or infamous) so quickly. But it’s not what the goddamn film is about.Click to Continue!
As someone who’s been lucky enough to be a regular attendee of fashion shows over the past 10 years, I must say that I find the continued fascination with taking terrible runway photos with a smart phone to be genuinely perplexing. It was the Australian Fashion Week in 2009 when we bloggers were just starting to use the brand new Twitpic technology, and the blurry smart phone runway shot served two purposes: 1. To prove to our followers that we had been invited to the show (hooray!); and 2. Because every story that came out about us in the mainstream media spoke at volume about how we were a bunch of upstarts who had no place being at fashion shows alongside “proper” editors, so we were like, “F you mainstream media! We’re going to beat you at your own game and get the photos out first!”Click to Continue!
Yesterday was a rough day. After flying back in from Europe, I got home and turned on my computer and saw that it was the third anniversary of the Christchurch earthquake, so my Facebook news feed was filled with heartbreaking messages from the family and friends of people I’d known who were killed; I scrolled down a little further, and read that Charlotte Dawson had been found dead in her Sydney home.Click to Continue!
1. I interviewed Michael Bastian on Monday for a story I’m currently writing, and we got talking about how social media has changed the game with regards to fashion shows. I’m paraphrasing here, but he was telling me that back in the day, before the camera phones and Instagrams and Tweets, the critics’ reviews were the first pieces of press a collection would receive, and you lived and died on a positive or negative word. These days the response is instantaneous, and everybody has an opinion no matter how qualified or unqualified they might be, which means that both the positive and negative reactions are diluted to the point where they don’t actually mean that much, either way.Click to Continue!
I just got off the phone to my Mum and she told me that the New Zealand media were in an uproar because Lorde had fired off a couple of marginally unhappy Tweets saying how she hadn’t felt safe at the airport today when she flew in from LA because of how aggressive the photographers were. As someone who’s been to Auckland Airport on many an occasion to witness the arrival of a star (including Bieber when he was genuinely manhandled, age 14), I can tell you with no uncertainty that people do get super aggressive, and that New Zealand cameramen (and fans) are no less pushy than anybody anywhere else in the world. The Tweets were hardly worthy of a news story (or this blog post, for that matter), and were deleted soon after.Click to Continue!
Photo: Tommy Ton I sat down with a friend in the weekend to discuss how to make it in 2013. She’s a 25 year old fashion editor at a newspaper here in New York, she doesn’t love her job, and she’s unsure of her next step. As far as she can see, there are two ways to go about moving up for a young female writer in her position: Take the Amy Odell/Jenna Sauers track and be wholly unafraid to rip into any/everyone in power; or take the Karley Sciortino track and write compelling, thoughtful articles for some of theClick to Continue!
Jude Law in Alfie – the personification of this post. I have this friend named Jack who does very well with girls. He’s tall, good looking, supremely self confident, and he gets away with murder. For the past three months he’s been spending a lot of time with a girl named Kate, but they’re not dating. Despite seeing her most days of the week, sleeping at her apartment every other night and doing everything a normal couple does, they’ve decided not to put a label on things. You see, at the very beginning of the relationship when they first startedClick to Continue!
Scott Schuman and his short back and sides. Photo: NY Times As an ex-hairdressing apprentice, I think a lot about men’s haircuts. I worked in salons for four years before moving onto menswear retail at the age of 20, but the way that guys wear their hair is something I often look at before travelling south to their clothing. Since the age of nine, I’ve gone through every possible incarnation and style – shaved, long, dreadlocks (albeit bad ones), straightened, coloured (blonde, black, chocolate brown, red, purple, blue), the mullet, the mul-hawk, the flat top and finally the classic shortClick to Continue!