Le Monde Management Productions

Dec 30

40ozvannyc:Haircuts & lap dances.

40ozvannyc:Haircuts & lap dances.

Dec 26

theniftyfifties:New York City, 1955.

theniftyfifties:New York City, 1955.

les-trous-noirs: So lovely!!! OMG

Magazine: Cosmopolitan Title: A Photographer and His Model Make a Pretty MovieModel: Audrey HepburnPhotographer: Richard Avedon

les-trous-noirs: So lovely!!! OMG

Magazine: Cosmopolitan 
Title: A Photographer and His Model Make a Pretty Movie
Model: Audrey Hepburn
Photographer: Richard Avedon

lookbookdotnu:What a nice look..

Poncho

lookbookdotnu:What a nice look..

Poncho

OMG, How Cuuuuuuuuuuuuute!

OMG, How Cuuuuuuuuuuuuute!

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fakingfashion:Title: New Looks

Magazine: Stiletto Fall 2011Model: Dovile VirsilaitePhotographer: Marton PerlakiStylist: Barbara Loison
via noirfacade

fakingfashion:Title: New Looks


Magazine: Stiletto Fall 2011
Model: Dovile Virsilaite
Photographer: Marton Perlaki
Stylist: Barbara Loison

via noirfacade

Dec 09

fakingfashionrunway: I love this PINK DRESS!!!!
PARIS, December 6, 2011
 
 
 

 
By Tim Blanks
Karl Lagerfeld has never been to India. “It’s much  more inspiring not to go to places than to go,” he said today after a Chanel presentation that spectacularly evoked the  sights, smells, and sounds of the last days of the Raj. OK, Michel  Gaubert’s sitar-free soundtrack might have been a stretch (unless the  Raj was rocking to David Lynch’s new album), but the towering tiers of  fruits, sweets, and flowers that filled the center of the room  definitely had a sense of palatial excess. They were circled by a toy  train bearing decanters of…what was it that maharajas drank?  scotch?…which rang true as a decadent detail, conveying the notion of a  privileged few playing while empires crumbled. Sound familiar? Lagerfeld resisted such topical insinuations, but he did concede that  fashion historically tends to come into its excessively creative own  during difficult economic times. A perfect moment for him, in other  words. And this collection, an annual salute to the work of the  craftspeople who make Chanel happen, including the recently passed  François Lesage (hence the name, Métiers d’Art), was definitely a feat  of creative excess, from the jaw-dropping set, which turned a curved  space under the dome of the Grand Palais into a corner of Rajasthan, to  the clotted silver embroideries, the gilded laces, the lustrous silks  that determined the character of the clothes. It’s easy to imagine a canny designer making the decision to aim such  shine and glitter at an emergent market feeling its fashion oats (I’m  talking about India, BTW), but Lagerfeld’s post-show declaration that  bling was dated made it clear that he had something else on his mind.  The theme “Paris-Bombay” was a reminder that Europe’s fashion industry  has increasingly turned to India to produce extravagantly handworked  pieces as it has become prohibitively expensive to make them at home.  Lagerfeld’s fiendish plan was to flip the equation, so that everything  that looked intricately Indian was actually made by Chanel’s ateliers in  Paris. That was some kind of tour de force. All that aside, Paris and Bombay blended beautifully in pearl-swagged  tweeds, in a raw silk tunic over leggings (they were actually sinuously  bootlike, so we should probably call them beggings or loots), in sheer  paisleys, or side-draped asymmetry in ivory silk. The elegance of a  lightly peplumed jacket and matching skirt in ivory silk had absolutely  nothing to do with geography. It was simply French chic. Not everything  worked—there was a queen-of-the-fairies moment that felt like a  malfunction of Florence’s machine—but the sheer prodigious extravagance  of the dream world that Lagerfeld pours onto his catwalk collection  after collection allows for the flaw—the merest flaw—once in a while.style.com

fakingfashionrunway: I love this PINK DRESS!!!!

PARIS, December 6, 2011

 

 

 

 

By Tim Blanks

Karl Lagerfeld has never been to India. “It’s much more inspiring not to go to places than to go,” he said today after a Chanel presentation that spectacularly evoked the sights, smells, and sounds of the last days of the Raj. OK, Michel Gaubert’s sitar-free soundtrack might have been a stretch (unless the Raj was rocking to David Lynch’s new album), but the towering tiers of fruits, sweets, and flowers that filled the center of the room definitely had a sense of palatial excess. They were circled by a toy train bearing decanters of…what was it that maharajas drank? scotch?…which rang true as a decadent detail, conveying the notion of a privileged few playing while empires crumbled. Sound familiar?

Lagerfeld resisted such topical insinuations, but he did concede that fashion historically tends to come into its excessively creative own during difficult economic times. A perfect moment for him, in other words. And this collection, an annual salute to the work of the craftspeople who make Chanel happen, including the recently passed François Lesage (hence the name, Métiers d’Art), was definitely a feat of creative excess, from the jaw-dropping set, which turned a curved space under the dome of the Grand Palais into a corner of Rajasthan, to the clotted silver embroideries, the gilded laces, the lustrous silks that determined the character of the clothes.

It’s easy to imagine a canny designer making the decision to aim such shine and glitter at an emergent market feeling its fashion oats (I’m talking about India, BTW), but Lagerfeld’s post-show declaration that bling was dated made it clear that he had something else on his mind. The theme “Paris-Bombay” was a reminder that Europe’s fashion industry has increasingly turned to India to produce extravagantly handworked pieces as it has become prohibitively expensive to make them at home. Lagerfeld’s fiendish plan was to flip the equation, so that everything that looked intricately Indian was actually made by Chanel’s ateliers in Paris. That was some kind of tour de force.

All that aside, Paris and Bombay blended beautifully in pearl-swagged tweeds, in a raw silk tunic over leggings (they were actually sinuously bootlike, so we should probably call them beggings or loots), in sheer paisleys, or side-draped asymmetry in ivory silk. The elegance of a lightly peplumed jacket and matching skirt in ivory silk had absolutely nothing to do with geography. It was simply French chic. Not everything worked—there was a queen-of-the-fairies moment that felt like a malfunction of Florence’s machine—but the sheer prodigious extravagance of the dream world that Lagerfeld pours onto his catwalk collection after collection allows for the flaw—the merest flaw—once in a while.style.com

(Source: , via les-trous-noirs)

fakingfashion:love Jason Wu pre fall 2012

fakingfashionrunway:

MORE HERE
 i love how serious this collection is. despite using the word  regal and everyone freaking out about how intense it is for a pre fall  show and how everything is changing- its still pretty weird and edgy  which i love. it puts the right spin on grown up clothes that myself, a  22 year old, needs to start experimenting with! Fashion is letting the  world know its serious, and i love it.

fakingfashion:love Jason Wu pre fall 2012

fakingfashionrunway:

MORE HERE

 i love how serious this collection is. despite using the word regal and everyone freaking out about how intense it is for a pre fall show and how everything is changing- its still pretty weird and edgy which i love. it puts the right spin on grown up clothes that myself, a 22 year old, needs to start experimenting with! Fashion is letting the world know its serious, and i love it.

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spinningbirdkick:Glen Luchford / Vogue Italia December 2009.
This Cape is just so fab!!!! Omg!! Just Fab!

spinningbirdkick:Glen Luchford / Vogue Italia December 2009.

This Cape is just so fab!!!! Omg!! Just Fab!

spinningbirdkick:Satoshi Saikusa / S Moda Spain 2011.

spinningbirdkick:Satoshi Saikusa / S Moda Spain 2011.