Let's not get started on coincidences. Conveniently timed occurrences? Okay, let's call them that.
Not but a couple hours ago I was languishing, mulling through a very minor creative crisis-- my activities are so varied, all-over-the-place, and generally consuming that I have not had much time to sit around being inspired. Granted, not many people do. I am out doing rather than basking in life's undulating glow of constant inspiration. For the most part. Anyway, thinking this over I decided to whip up a little post of things that inspire me for fall-- but being so damned busy I realized that in the multiplicity of my activities so too had I acquired more "inspirations" than I could pin down. As if, as it were, I was attempting to drink from a fire hose.
What, lo! was this, when, to my almost surprise I saw a tweet-- Interview Magazine had just tweeted a photo with the words "Rock goes West goes French gypsy." My heart soared. Those precise key words have been the cornerstones of my aesthetic consciousness for the last few years, but most recently in the last few months, when they have distilled to an essence that is an exact concentration of the three together. And here, Hedi Slimane, new wunderkind designer of Yves Saint Laurent, and recent Los Angeles transplantee, had pinpointed precisely that which has fomented in my mind to the point of deleterious obsession.
It is always a pleasant surprise when the things we love coalesce. And here, my friends, are some images of just such a surprise, fresh off the press from style.com (this collection showed in Paris mere minutes ago, that is how excited I am).
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