"You’ve got to know the rules to break them. That’s what I’m here for, to demolish the rules but to keep the tradition.”
—Alexander McQueen
All photos courtesy of the Metropolitan Museum of Art
"You’ve got to know the rules to break them. That’s what I’m here for, to demolish the rules but to keep the tradition.”
—Alexander McQueen
All photos courtesy of the Metropolitan Museum of Art
Let me start by stating the obvious, Alexander McQueen was one of, if not the greatest fashion designer of all time. He was an exquisite master of draping, cutting, tailoring, construction and sewing extreme fashion statement making garments. His runway shows were a mix of fashion and performance art in the most beautiful and cutting-edge style. The depth and meaning in his clothing and the fact that he could translate his feelings into these impeccable couture clothes so that the wearer felt as though she had a part of his soul on was not only a great talent McQueen acquired after years of extreme dedication to the art, but a gift that no other designer will be able to replicate.
After he passed away about two years ago, the fashion industry was and still is mourning his death. As a “memorial” and honoring of such a great loss, the Metropolitian Museum of Art’s Costume Institute put together an exhibition of some of McQueen’s best and most breath-taking unique clothes. The exhibition, entitled “Savage Beauty” for McQueen’s rather dark and gothic yet absolutely stunning and awe-inspiring couture/ wearable art pieces, opened in April at the MET Gala’s annual red-carpet event and is set to close next week.
The whole reason I went to NYC about two weeks ao was to see the McQueen exhibit. While the tickets wee pricey, the experience will forever be one of my favorite memories. Just being able to see these garments in reall life, inches from your face, and to see the immaculate detail in each individual stich made my heart race. It still does as I am thinking of it all now. Sigh.
While there are truly not enough words in the world to describe how mind-blowing this exhibit was, I will try to at least give an overview of the exhibition. Although each piece is worth mentioning, this would be a LONG post. Each of the seven rooms that the exhibit was beautifully displayed in was based on a time and mood od McQueen’s work. So, going room by room, I will talk about a few of my favorites from each room. Before you read any more, if you don’t know much about McQueen, check out this link: http://nymag.com/fashion/fashionshows/designers/bios/alexandermcqueen/
Also, if you really want to see each piece in the exhibit and read more about McQueen, I suggest you buy the book the MET produced as a companion to the exhibit. You can order it from the MET store online or from Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Alexander-McQueen-Savage-Beauty-Metropolitan/dp/0300169787/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1312074207&sr=8-1. You can also watch this video to get a feel for it all.
Review of individual pieces up next!
The best place in the country to people watch is in New York City. There is something magical about walking down the streets and seeing a native New Yorker amid the sea of tourists. She (or he) stands out in the most beautiful way. These are two of the most common “unique stereotype” styles I saw. It is these two styles that one can really make a story out of simply what they are wearing.
There is the thin cutting-edge urban chic girl that stomps down the cement sidewalk, looking dead ahead with her big black funky shades and her sleek hair blowing back. She is wearing mostly black or other neutral muted colors. She has that effortless cool thin and flimsy flowing shirt haphazardly tucked into her perfect pair of tailored trousers. Blow the hem of her trousers are the quintessential nude peep-toe stilettos that she has no struggle walking in as she works her way through the maze of tourists, not missing a beat. She has a light but super structured sleek blazer on and peeking out from its sleeves are a mixture of colorful and sparkly bracelets and a classic Rolex watch plied high on her arm. Her large handbag is hanging gingerly from her arm and is a perfectly structured desert orange or honey mustard yellow leather and displays no brand name on the outside, just impeccably finished curved seams that adds a subtle softness to the look. She is trendy without trying. She has places to go; she is on a never-ending mission.
Then there is the late teens, early twenties hipster. She lives in the less visited SoHo and Tribeca areas. She has on a flowing cotton cropped off the shoulder band tee that shows her perfectly flat and tan stomach and a pair of high-waisted light wash jeans that have little pleats at the top, creating a fuller look. She has a neon coral turban-esc headband on. Her hair is full and thick, down to her shoulder blades and the only make up she wears is red-hot lipstick. She has a three-finger ring in a rusty gold color and three thick and chucky bracelets on one arm. Her small vintage clutch is squeezed tight between her upper arm and ribcage and she clutches a nondescript white reusable coffee cup. Her thoughts are racing as she walks gracefully in a pair of flat tan gladiator shoes and stares into space thinking of the many errands she has yet to do today.
With a look and attitude all their own among the “scenes” they fit into, these two styles are bold, beautiful and confident. Walking without a care but with purpose. They walk like no one is watching even though everyone’s heads are turning as they go by on a runway paved with gray cement.
There is a feel to New York City that I just love. Even after visiting the city about 7 or 8 times, I fall in love each time my feet hit the pavement and I hear the sound of taxi drivers blaring their horns. I love the constant quick pace that fuels people forward. I love that the people that are speed waking down the street have purpose. They are going somewhere. They have the passion and drive to be the best_______(insert occupation here). This is just one of the millions of things I love about the city. More to come later though.
Anyway, last Monday, I went to NYC for a short 3-day trip with one of my good friend and her mom. The main reason we were going was for the blow-your-mind-absolutely-crazy-amazing Alexander McQueen exhibit at the MET. Again, I will write about the exhibit later. So, at 6am, we got on the Amtrak train and got to the city at noon. My friend and I had planned the whole trip ourselves. I found a cheap and chic studio apartment in Columbus Circle area, near the Times Square District and the Upper West side. The place ended up being great and located super close to a major subway terminal. We learned a major lesson the first time we hopped on the subway on the way to the MET though; we didn't look at what letter the train was. We wanted the A train and we got the F train. It was more like the "we are f-ed" train. We got off in the middle of nowhere (which is REALLY hard to do in the city but we somehow found literally nothing where we were). After a frantic turn around and looking like a super tourist by asking for what train to take, we got back to where we started. The McQueen exhibit was set for 2:30 and it was already 2. We had lost almost an hour and a half because of our subway mess up. My feet were killing me, I did wear heels the whole time of course, and we were going to miss the exhibit that was $50 a ticket. We hailed a cab, screamed at him to floor it and got to the MET at 2:33. Fashionably late for the McQueen exhibit, how appropriate. After spending two hours at the exhibit, which again was breath taking beautiful and deep, we went back to the apartment and walked around the quiet and nice little area where the apartment was. We got dinner at this great little hole on the wall pub kind of restaurant and walked around more after dinner. Of course as all of the city is packed with shopping and food, space to build is precious and the sky is the limit. So even in the smallest of stores we went in, most had at least 2 floors and a basement too. The excitement is that you never know what you are going to find when you turn the corner in the city. There is something extremely intriguing about not knowing exactly what is so close to you under your feet or up in the air in the buildings that touch the clouds...
Later that night, we went to a nice restaurant in Tribeca called Thalassa. It was restaurant week while we were there so they had a great prix fix menu and we meet one of my friends, friend’s aunt who has lived in the city for 20 years. It was great to talk to her about the city and how it is to live there since I plan on transferring to Parson’s next year anyway. She was super nice and very informative and truthful about living in the city. Obviously, it is not going to be easy but then again, easy is no fun. Challenges are what make you stronger. After an amazing Mediterranean seafood dinner and chocolate lava cake that was divine, we walked down to one of the piers that had recently been transformed into a “sports pier”. The place was beautiful! Visiting that was what sold me on wanting to live in the city. There was a skate park, a mini golf course, 4 beach volleyball courts, a track and a star gazing area all on this one pier!!! It was awesome!
Before we left on Wednesday, we went down to SoHo and shopped. One of my favorite stores in the city is Scoop and they are located in SoHo so of course I had to go there! The designer clothing and up and coming designer’s that are featured there have beautiful and stunning luxurious clothing. All of it was to die for! Finally, on a long ride home on the train, I was happy that we were able to go on the trip. I had an amazing time and was so inspired as a designer and even as a baker. The lyrics “concert jungle where dreams are made of” could not be more true for me.
The end is here. It is a sad day in the muggle world as the Harry Potter movie series come to an end. This past Thursday I went to the midnight premier of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, Part 2. The movie was sold out and so was every store that sold Harry Potter merchandise in a 50-mile radius of where I live. So while had all the good intentions of dressing up for the bittersweet event, it didn’t happen. However, these past twelve or so years of reading the books and watching the movies has left a special place in my heart for Harry. I started reading the books about a year after they came out and it was a part of my nightly routine to have my Dad read “Harry Potter” to me before I went to bed. We read books 1-6 together and went to the midnight release of the“ Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows” book together. I can honestly say that Harry has been a big part of my life and I am fine with admitting that I sobbed at the end of the movie. While as great of a series it was, there was a little part of my childhood that died when I saw that final scene and Ron, Harry and Hermione smiled back at me. Yes, I know it is a cheesy sob story but I am just telling the truth.
So in honor of the final Harry Potter movie, I decided to create this cupcake inspired by The Three Broomsticks famous butterbeer drink.
Ingredients:
Cake
1 box yellow cake mix
3 eggs
1/2c. (or 1 stick) unsalted butter, melted
1 (12 0z.) bottle of cream soda
1/2 t. vanilla extract
dash of pumpkin pie spice
Filling
8oz. butterscotch chips
1/2c. heavy whipping cream
Frosting
1 (8oz.) block cream cheese, softened
1/2c. sugar
1c. heavy whipping cream, chilled
splash of vanilla extract
Snitch
24 yellow starburst
24 mini marshmallows
Green decorating sugar