Today I want to be very short and to the point, that is, without holivars and painful search through the bushes of veneers knocked out in a fight. As luck would have it, the theme is the most holivarnaya, but we will try. Let’s agree that the conversation is only about the appearance of the fur coat. It does not matter if it is made of natural fur or Cheburashka. It doesn’t matter if the fur is shiny enough. It doesn’t matter how much it costs or where you wear it. It doesn’t matter whether you bought it yesterday personally from Alessandro Michele or it fell out on your head from the mezzanine at the dacha along with the portrait of your great-grandfather, the General. We only care about appearance. And we will study it from the pictures. I can’t tell everyone whether each individual fur coat is worthy of a fashionable life or whether it is worth selling in “Anonymous Shopaholics”. Continue reading
Coincidentally, first I watched a lecture about fashion and cinema, then the film recommended in the lecture (in Russian translation it is called “I, Christiana”) about very young Berlin drug addicts of the 1970s, and immediately after the film opened a special issue of Art in Vogue (it is now on sale, I highly recommend it). It would seem that there is a connection. And it was available, and even as.
The lecture said that the film still has a huge influence on fashion, for example, at least one Gucci advertising campaign was shot in this style (this is not to mention the brilliant bombers, which, of course, were not invented by HM together with Zara). Continue reading