Born in northern France, Serge Lutens’ has carved a formidable path through the decades – as a photographer, hair and make-up artist, fashion designer and perfumer. Now residing in Morocco, he has spent over three decades building a monumental palace in the nation’s capital of Marrakech. W Magazine visited his incredible home, and Christopher Bagley spoke to this visionary creator… Read more »
Discover the PRADA Spring Summer 2012 campaign video, which brings to life Miuccia’s tantalisingly feminine automobile-inspired designs including Cadillac wedges and flame-tipped stilettos in retro pastel shades of racing green or lipstick pink.
Via Fantastic Man:
Lacing one’s shoe is not confined to the realm of the criss-cross. In fact, a variety of lacing methods exist to cater to a variety of different footwear types – take the ladder lace, for instance, which is worn by military paratroopers. Starting at the base, the ends are run on the outside of the shoe into the next eyelet. The ends are crossed as normal, but then fed under the vertical lace before being fed into the eyelet directly above. (A full explanation and diagram may be found here.) The method is intended for taller boots, such as the pair seen above, as it makes tightening the lower sections easier. How intriguing! They are worn with trousers by BOTTEGA VENETA.
“Stephen Jones is topping off this vintage year for millinery with a seasonal cartoon of three seminal figures we simply can’t identify here at Vogue. Mr. Jones fired off this droll greeting from his headquarters in London’s Covent Garden—at home at last after a year spent revolving the globe hatting designer shows, the world’s social classes at the grandest set of weddings in a generation; not to mention the races. Yes, thanks to the arrival of a certain Duchess of Cambridge, the ante is upped on a new kind of young social formality which needs the finishing ministrations of a master like Mr. Stephen Jones, OBE. He’ll be happy to do antlers if you like, though.”
by Sarah Mower for Vogue.com
“Santas at the Santa Claus School, Albion, N.Y.” by Diane Arbus (1964).
From the exhibition “Diane Arbus” at the Jeu du Paume, Paris, 18th October 2011 – 2nd May 2012.
Back in the days when Mr. Ferragamo was still naming his delicate shoes after the true starlets of his time, when fashion happened behind the closed doors of Paris and New York, and when luxury was not ostentatious but a discreet pleasure…
Richard Avedon captured this hilarious and candid short film of the ravishing actress Lauren Hutton in 1973, backstage at an energetic photo shoot amidst a bevy of hairdressers, makeup artists and stylists.
In the spirit of dark winter nights spent indoors beneath tinkling crystal chandeliers amidst glamorous company, Coccodrillo recalls the oeuvres of the great photographer and filmmaker HELMUT NEWTON.
Perhaps slip into a pair of seriously-suggestive satin pumps from FERRAGAMO CRÉATIONS, or ANN DEMEULEMEESTER’s rather fetishistic lace-up boots…
… and make sure your man is dressed the part (we’d suggest MAX VERRE’s velour dress shoe, or maybe a smart brogue from CHURCH’S?)
Visit Coccodrillo’s Ladies and Men’s boutiques to discover the season’s decadent footwear delights…
Our favourite stylist-turned-shoe-designer Tabitha Simmons has enlisted her uber-talented husband Craig McDean (the acclaimed New York fashion photographer) to bring her Fall Winter 2011-12 collection to life on film.
via BUSINESS OF FASHION, Coccodrillo shares this insightful essay exploring the precarious equilibrium of the fashion industry: the winners, the losers, the dollars, and the grating reality that pure talent just isn’t enough.
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LONDON, United Kingdom — Death and disgrace do not often darken the world of fashion. In the case of the first, a designer normally dies long after retirement and his demise is of only local interest. In the case of the second, it rarely happens and can usually be covered up by one means or another. But in the last eighteen months there have been two tragedies that can neither be covered up, nor ignored. They are, of course, the death by suicide of Alexander McQueen and the disgrace of John Galliano at Christian Dior.