stylist of the week

so. ummmmm. today, uh, instead of looking at magazines, i did the following:

- made gin and ginger tomato soup
- booked a flight home for josee and adam's wedding
- hired a mover to move my things
- panicked a little about the fact that i'm moving to a city i've never been to and how i have no job and and and...
- dishes party
- ate a lot of chocolate

oh. and went to edmonton fashion week... more on that later.

anyways. the moral. is that i didn't look at magazines. so i'm pulling out something i've been holding onto for this kind of a wednesday.

the stylist of all stylists. who requires no extra researching. because her work is what made me start thinking 'wow. wow. fashion and magazines can be pretty amazing... wow.'

grace coddington

there's a scene in the september issue (the vogue documentary) where she's standing in the wind in a beautiful garden somewhere after a photo shoot, talking about how she'll always be a romantic, and maybe there's not so much space for romance in fashion anymore, but that's what she is and will always be. or something to that effect. and that is my favourite moment in the movie, and maybe i cried just a little. because me too. me too! i feel like she would really love 'extremely loud and incredibly close'. anyways. i love her. she's beyond inspiring. i really hope to do things as whimsical and beautiful (and still relevant and on point) as she does.




photograph by david sims









four 'fairytale/storybook-themed' photos by annie leibovitz



photograph by steven meisel (yes, this is in my bathroom, framed.)



photograph by steven meisel (yes, that's karen elson styled to look like grace coddington. funny!)

fashion bravery! the ladies who lunch came over to mine today - thus me making soup. gluten free! delicious! but don't worry! i still had an outfit. because, as mentioned, i went to edmonton fashion week. or western alberta fashion week? something like that. fun! funny... run by a woman who's definitely had too much plastic surgery. there were four designers showing tonight. some good stuff. some questionable stuff. the first designer had the WORST models. oh man. they couldn't walk to save their lives. and really, very few of the girls could walk. made me want to open a coaching service. where i would yell at them:

'shoulders back! move your arms! hips forward! RELAX FOR HEAVEN'S SAKE!!!' man. it's not that hard! anyways.

the outfit! man i love this shirt. semi-sheer with a black bra. (i love the inner-wear as outer-wear trend, but it does make me nervous sometimes.) and high-up-tight-hair. in this picture i am pondering: is there such thing as TOO much pink in one apartment? i decided: no. check out that cushion. i know. rad.