Psst. Want to hear a secret? My new, 4-volume look book is actually my high school yearbooks. I pasted and taped my fashion tears in, very casually (torn edges were fine, we’re going for mood here, not perfection).. Tears are the pages you always tear out of magazines or catalogs (or dog ear–c’mon, you know you do it, Creative Types!).
One homework assignment we were given early on in the program was to organize different types of tears. This was a huge step in the right direction, and now I have not only a document of my high school fashion influences and current influences, but also a portable portfolio of inspiration to show clients so we can identify a feeling or a particular look we want.
You mean my homework is to organize all my favorite pieces of visual inspiration? Sweet! Two entire weekends of, essentially, Scrapbooking: The Fashion Designer’s Edition.
I am FASCINATED by this girl’s choreography and her commitment. Also, the costume design is really intelligent. And I really like the song and the lyrics. It’s about the singer’s struggle with childhood alcoholism. Which the girl’s dancing illustrates. Also, the photography is impressive (all one take through different rooms of an abandoned-looking house), the apartment looks real and oddly, darkly beautiful. All of it is oddly, darkly beautiful.
Photo shoot idea: a set or runway set that resembles the house on 40th Street.*
*40th Street: The house I grew up in from the age of maybe 6/7 years old to upperclassman in college. Would make an odd backdrop, as by today’s standards it would have been quite ugly. Originally had brown shag carpet wall to wall, orange terra cotta bricks around the fireplace, wood deck that became a slipping hazard every time it rained. My mom and dad (and then later my mom and stepdad) made a lot of changes to that house for the better. Wisteria on the front patio, exterior paint changed from peach/brown trim to stormy blue (a color I have, coincidentally, been fixated on lately for our home). Two cherry trees planted along the back fence, which, I discovered in senior year of HS, was a lovely place to do homework. Creepy back entrance sealed off and turned into a second bathroom (because why would you build a family home that only has one bathroom?).