woodlands and wonderlands

in one way or another everyone is falling into wonderland to escape the drab reality of nervous consumers

i was walking through colette the other day with m favorite expat and starting feeling like i had fallen through alice's rabit hole. "does this all look very alice and wonderland to you?" i asked while pointing out a big bow here and a draped raw edge drape over a stiff bodice. "well i hadn't noticed it, but now that you say something... yeah it does feel like Tim Burton's fingers have been in all of this.

it might be hard to say which came first, the fanciful side of alice and the mad hatter, or movement into the exaggerated fantasy of huge bows and imaginative flare. at the end of the day though it doesn't really matter which predated the other. because the point is that they are both here. alice out number those blue avatar aliens, and i am craving this (along with the majority of the season's collection) from lanvin.

my sister made a good point the other day while we were driving down the same streets we have seen our whole lives, listening to the same radio sounds that have filled the airwaves for years. "i feel like i have listened to so much music over the years that nothing excites me anymore unless it's almost the weirdest thing you have ever heard." so she's rocking the knife and anything with some strange electronically mixing (hello old school 3oh!3). and it seems while she is exhausted with the mainstream sounds, the big boys (and girls) of the runway are finding their own beautifully bizarre mix to fuel a new fantasy fire.

it doesn't mean shit if you don't take a risk