Mathieu Mirano SS 2013 Presentation

In the category of "awesome things that accidentally happen to me",what happened at this event was a close second to Catherine Malandrino suddenly appearing right next to me (and probably ending up in the background of about 100 photos akwardly looking at the floor). But I'll get to that. 

This line looked like pure decadence. Even though it is a Spring collection, it was set off perfectly by the glacially-themed sculptures. My inner 6-year-old could've stood there for hours: Sparkles. Sparkles everywhere.

So I'm just hanging out, trying to look like I do this all the time, wondering if anyone would believe me if I said my $4,000 camera was being repaired and that's why I was using an iPhone, when the man himself shows up right next to me and starts conducting interviews. I didn't say anything. I just stayed where I was. His PR person assumed I was in line to talk to him and said "Just keep it to one or two questions, please." Well...obviously, of course. That...that's standard.

I can say with sincerity that Mathieu was a complete sweetheart, very down-to-earth, and very invested in his craft. I was blowing my own mind with my awkwardness and he was super cool about it. I don't have a recorder, but it's all in the steel trap:

Me: How does your Spring collection differ from others this year, or keep your concepts from blending in with other designers'?

MM: I'm actually glad you asked that. This season I kept the base color a fresh white, but I also added pops of bright color, as with the stone work you see here. Other designers have amazing things happening right now but there's a lot of pastels, a lot of neutrals...

Me: (nodding). That's...it's gorgeous. Um. Thank you so much. That's all I have to bother you with.

Just showing up is half the battle.

Emerson SS 2013: If I had a real camera

...I probably would have been able to get past the highly-lit runway and produce actual, discernible photographs of the models. What I have instead I will pretend was completely on purpose, because everyone over-saturates their photos now anyway. You kids and your Myspace.coms.

There is a decent video, though.

 Above is my favorite, and luckily my clearest-photographed look from the collection. Who takes a baby doll dress with a schoolgirl Peter Pan collar and cuts it in leather? Emerson, you so crazy.

Below is a girl who I saw exiting the show, and was nice enough to let me photograph her. I had to. Her bag made me feel feelings.

A proper comeback: Fashion Week in NYC

Let Auntie Mary tell you a story. That of her longest blogging-hiatus to date.

I'll start by saying that the last couple of months have felt like one long, bad day. So there's that.

I was becoming very comfortable and complacent in my life at home in Cleveland. I had a big apartment, a puppy, my guy, my friends, and everyone and everything that was sane and normal and familiar to me. And it was making me insane. I didn't do anything except watch tv, paint my nails, and drink with my friends. I mean, all of that stuff is awesome, but not all day, every day.

My close friends and family members have always known about my ambitions to move to New York City and pursue a(ny) career in fashion. Sometime around July, I got an opportunity to move with my company. I took a good look at my home comforts and bailed. And it will go down in my personal history as the hardest decision I've ever made. I spent my first several nights here teary-eyed and sniffling like a toddler lost in a supermarket.

And then cool stuff started happening. This is why I'm here again.

Enormous shout-out to Keiko Lynn and Kim Pesch for making the next several posts possible.

This is Catherine Malandrino Spring/Summer 2013.

I think I'll stay.

Mary

go-go

shirt: H&M

purse, skirt, & go-go boots: thrifted

The fact that this outfit is even remotely possible lately gives me the shakes. I'm so beyond done with layering. I feel gross. Like I need to slough off five months worth of winter grime and rage forth into spring. Into a bucket of puppies.

Obligatory shoe note: These boots were in the "to sell" pile. The shop didn't want them. I'm glad. I get so paranoid that certain apparel gives me thick calves/food baby bump/meaty shoulders, that I end up never wearing half of what I own, which is stupid. 

nighty night babies

mary

Quick

plaid shirt: F21

disco pants: American Apparel

purse & velvet loafers: UO

owl necklace: vintage

ring: H&M

If you haven't heard from me in the last month or so, it's because I've discovered Reddit been really busy with work and therefore really crabby. All I want to do is dive head-first into the internet, a black whole from which my free time will never escape. Not apologetic.

But I thought the dopest loafers one has ever laid eyes on deserved a quick update. Enjoy.

XO

mary

yes

cardigan: American Apparel

YES t-shirt: vintage

shorts & purse: UO

tights: Amazon

boots: vintage

necklace: F21

My favorite tissue-thin pajama tee has garnered some amusement over the years of wearing it. Like it's abnormal to wear an obscure '70's English rock world tour shirt with holes in it (and probably smells the way it looks), but it doesn't really do much to help my "I swear to Bob I'm not a hipster" argument.

My boots, ulike? I found them just today at a resale shop.They're old as dirt, too, but in awesome condition, super soft and broken-in, and the basket-weave side is really unique. 

I'm going to stuff my face at SoHo on 25th: unlimited biscuits and jam. Yes.

XO

mary

Loop

t-shirt & platforms: UO

loop scarf : H&M

skirt & web necklace: Forever 21

socks: Target

One moderately nice, mild day and I'm reaching for the short skirts and my first hint of color since  ever fall. I need it. Or my dismal grey/black/tan wardrobe does.

As usual, I'm spending my Sunday in sloth mode, eating mini-muffins and vaguely watching the Superbowl Pre-game. But most UNusually, I'm witnessing, for the first time ever, a visual gift of epic proportions from which I may never recover:

The Puppy Bowl.

Brb, dying.

XO

mary