Since we were bored recently, we decided to take a stroll to the Bauhaus archive and were hanging out in front of their door.
In contrast to the occasion, we wore two de-conceptualised outfits, which by coincidence looked like the ones lying in the rented Lithuanian Mercedes. David was wearing a T-shirt and jeans by WEEKDAY, shoes by RAF SIMONS x ADIDAS, a jeans-jacket by DIESEL and a vintage-hair-cut from the 90s. I wore a black T-shirt by BOSS (Turkey fake), pants by G-STAR RAW, tennis-socks by H&M, a silk-bomber-jacket by DIESEL, shoes by PALLADIUM (of-course the model, that Brad Pitt is wearing all the time) and sunglasses by LESPECS.
After a few minutes we were chased by the guard and his dog (it was a leashed sheep dog) away from the court. Apparently we did not fit the concept.
Since we can’t wear only white sneakers, and because there is nothing cooler, than a sneaker that reminds one optically of a snub-nosed revolver or of a broken nose of an amateur-boxer, we recommend you the ZX 500 2.0 “Black Snake” by ADIDAS – even if it’s name is stupidly technocratic.
You can purchase the shoe for amazingly cheap 80,- dollars, for example here. And please do not be fooled by the fact that the shoe is described as a women’s shoe. That is far behind times. We at Dandy Diary are post-gender - and the shoe is available up to size 45.
You cant go wrong with a black sneaker that looks like a snubnosed revolver. Our pick of the day Adidas ZX 500 2.0 black snake
A few weeks ago - one recognises easily because of my much darker, much loner and much more felted hair - we had a wild shooting with the photographer Marlen Stahlhuth and her team, in the most beautiful clothes from Herzogaurenach. Of course we wore nothing but ADIDAS (and as mentioned, felted hair).
The complete photo-series is going to be released in August in the ADIDAS ORIGINALS magazine – and we are already excited, to see what we look like. For sure verrrryyy sporty.
For the moment, you (and us! and us!) will have to be pleased with the so-called (ugh!) ‘behind the scenes’-pictures. But maybe that is enough for a quick Five-against-Willy.
Cathy Horyn is a very well known but bland fashion journalist with a huge network. She writes for the New York Times, arguably the most important daily newspaper written in Latin characters. During Berlin Fashion Week every designer would surely sell their mom and more just to have Horyn watch their show. Hedi Slimane on the other hand wouldn’t do jack shit.
Yves Saint Laurent Designer didn’t even invite Horyn to his show, a terrible offense in our industry.
Horyn obviously wasn’t amused and directly contacted Slimane’s Boss, PPR-President Francois-Henri Pinault. However, he also couldn’t really do anything, or just didn’t want to. So Horyn went ahead and just wrote the entire story down, spicing it up with a review of the show after having looked through all the photos. And this story, she just published on the New York Times Blog.
Please find below a couple of the best passages to gain some unique insight into the mutual dependency of designers and journalists.
“There was also a smattering of star photographers, editors and models, like Kate Moss. But many front-row editors, to their disgruntlement, were given second- and third-row seats, and some, including an editor from Le Monde, had to stand. While a lot of journalists don’t really care where they sit, the lack of professional courtesy smacked of ignorance or arrogance.
I was not invited. Despite positive reviews of his early YSL and Dior collections, as well as a profile, Mr. Slimane objected bitterly to a review I wrote in 2004 — not about him but Raf Simons. Essentially I wrote that without Mr. Simons’s template of slim tailoring and street casting, there would not have been a Hedi Slimane — just as there would never have been a Raf Simons without Helmut Lang. Fashion develops a bit like a genetic line.
Anyway, Mr. Slimane insisted that he was the first to show the skinny suit. It was a silly debate. Who cares?”
At the end Horyn then adds the brutal criticism clearly insinuating that Slimane has been more concerned with blach and white photography than fashion.
“Considering that Mr. Slimane was an avatar of youthful style, I expected more from this debut. I had the impression from the clothes of someone disconnected from fashion of the past several years.”
This is how entertaining the fashion industry can be. More please!