Shall this John Currin piece inspire tomorrow’s outfit? #waitandsee #itwont #astylecurationdont (Taken with instagram)
Who wore it better? Vote gently, the right one is 100% shoe laces. (Taken with instagram)
Swatch me, baby! Oh so very Yayoi Kusama, no? #oopsicuratedagain (Taken with instagram)
So what if I dip my nails in blood? Marc Quinn and I support blood usage in our art/style curating…tis normal. (Taken with instagram)
This is what I’d wear if I were leaving home today. To leave or not to leave? Gold jacket = gold leaf finish on a painting #forcedreference (Taken with instagram)
Holy pleats I am totally doing a post on this accordion dress. Prepare for Picasso Mania. Content not form. (post to come…). (Taken with instagram)
Keith Haring inspired this snooze ensemble. Thanks, Mr. Haring #literalstylecuration (Taken with instagram)
Ferragosto is the european name for the lovely long-ass break in August. The
creatures of Italy and Spain civilians usually head south for some holiday fun and tan their butts to their crinkly finest get bronze (note: I am really a huge pastoid pale, its justjealousy that their skin can clash with their clothes and mine cannot). I rather be Italian than the mix that I am Milanians and Barcelonians rock (definitely not PC).
Joan Miró, Ferragosto II, 1961
And now for the A-R-TEE. Miró was a cool cat. He knew the lines that make a story on canvas. He knew the ins and outs of paintings farms and shit. He was Surreal fo’ real. More generally, he was a poet of art. I like thinking of artists that really know how to rock a canvas or a slab of marble as poets because
poets are hot poetry is magic and art is magic. MAGIC. They are one of the same.
I also like to refer to styling as poetry. To put together that
grandma sweater top, awkwardly cropped pants, shoes, jewelry, socks, underwear, occassional bra, hair styling, lipstick, nailpolish, vest… (ask me what I don’t have on) takes true grammatically correct fashion. And so, I bring to you my outfitty of choice. Of course Miró was in my heart when putting together said ensemble. I even included that pop of yellow in my sexy satchel. As the temperature nose-dives I appreciate the addition of a coat and any possible thing you can add on to create shapeless fabric overload. Enjoy my Miró Magic.