Fashion on Film: Cat People

I love the Screen Shot posts on the Refinery 29 blog but I get a little annoyed because the Refinery 21 chick often blogs about movies that I've been meaning to blog about forever and it makes me feel like a lazy slacker when she beats me to the punch. Case and point: Cat People. Cat People is a sexed-up remake of the 40's classic of the same name. Nastassja Kinski plays a woman who turns into a totally aggro panther whenever she's feeling all hot and bothered. The clothes in the movie aren't that interesting but Nastassja Kinski is just so cool that whatever she wears becomes cool by association. Overall, the movie is a tad mediocre but I'm so into cats and crappy erotically-charged 80's thrillers that it doesn't really bother me. The poster, on the other hand, is pure brilliance.






Screen shots from Refinery 29

Blog Alert!

My friend Ji recently started a blog called Luxirare and it's totally brill. Ji is one of the most hilarious people that I know and the only person that I know who's favorite Law & Order SVU character is Captain Cragen. Werid huh? Luxirare is a mix of fashion and food posts, both of which leave me drooling all over my laptop. She did a lovely little write-up about Chelsea #1 (as did No Good For Me and Designage --thanks guys!) back in January and I was super-psyched to see my magazine resurface on her blog last week in this post. Thanks Ji!


Ji looking hella ethereal


Ji's dog's Givenchy-inspired ensemble


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Ji reading Chelsea, which can be can be purchased in New York at McNally Jackson, Spoonbill & Sugartown and the St. Mark's Bookshop. Show Pony in LA also has it, or you can send $10 in Paypal to chelsea@chelseamagazine.org and I will mail one to you. How convenient!

Rant Alert!

Just to give you a heads up, this is a seriously ranty post. I feel all ranty because I had a bad dentist/ Century 21 experience today (I honestly don't know which one was more traumatic) and I picked up the new issue of Purple, which I found to be completely and utterly appalling. For the last few years I have been mildly annoyed by the change in editorial tone, lack of experimentation, and the fact that it has become increasingly geared towards a heterosexual male audience. But I really can't stomach how blatantly commercial it is. The advertising and the editorial content are so integrated that it is difficult to distinguish the two. The current issue hawks Diane von Furstenberg, Belvedere vodka, and Fred Jewelry (what the eff is that anyway?) alongside a gazillion traditional advertisements. Why?

The strength of Purple was always it's sense of authenticity. Clothes were modeled by real people. Models looked like real people. Wolfgang Tillmans, Mark Borthwick and countless others contributed work that was completely devoid of commercialism and cliché notions of sexuality. I'm not saying that the Purple of today isn't a quality magazine, of course it is. The fashion content is always fantastic, the recurring "Terry Richardson's Life Story" feature is super-compelling, and I really appreciate what Mario Sorrenti, Katja Rahlwes, and a handful of other photographers are doing. It's just that the Purple of today is so far removed from the original magazine and that makes me majorly unhappy. And don't even get me started on that retarded Purple Nights thing that came out awhile back. In what universe does anyone want to pay $85 for a magazine that consists entirely of party pictures? Like, how many photos do I need to see of Oliver Zahm with some topless model? ZERO.

Moving on, I thought I'd take this opportunity to post a photo from Purple 16 of Frankie Rayder and Susan Cianciolo avec un chat. Enjoy!