January 14, 2009

more...Is Style in Fashion terms, the equivalent of Collage in the Fine Arts?

However I quickly moved away from sewing because it was so time consuming. Thus, along the lines of all collage artist realised it easier to create with found objects and got into vintage clothing as the easiest way of expressing my mood or communicating the message for the day.

Interesting clothing back then, seemed so rare that I can only remember admiring and desiring a single mainstream piece, a 1950’s style leather biker jacket offered as a part of a small capsule collection from an Italian leather house by a freelance designer not really yet know outside Italy named Giorgio Armani which I saw featured in a layout in L’uomo Vogue in 1972. And with the exception of Gigli in the late 1980’s who was referencing the “street” and the fashion museum archives for many years the only place I could find the elements I needed to pull together an outfit was in the charity and thrift shops and the flea markets.

If you saw me back then, out clubbing or promenading on the Kings Road, I think you would have consider me to be a New Romantic. Without knowing it then, I now realise that The New Romantics had picked up on the zeitgeist of the times and were foretelling the future fashion cycles we were all about to live through.

With the constant recycling the styles of previous generations which in the coming years fashion as a whole would embrace as mainstream designers rehashed the 1940’s in the early 80s and the 1950’s in the late 80s and so on. With us all now back full circle, as the current crop of young designers reference the 1980’s. Although these days, I find, I am increasingly going back to the source, the 1940’s!

Each day as I create my new clothing collage I am careful to try to keep it original and avoid creating a direct pastiche any one period but rather try to keep it interesting; mixing it up a bit as Paul Smith would say, “do the look with a twist”.


For example a couple of years ago we photographed this fabulous couple in Camden and when I asked him to confirm his look “it's definitely 50's” he said.

And as you will see this couple were clearly delighted to be photographed and have their skills as amateur costume designers acknowledged. Continuing with the arts analogy, it was as if they were very proficient watercolour artist who were able to accurately paint a landscape.

However, I feel it is more demanding and exacting rather than just to copy the scene to go one step beyond in the style of a collage artist and create something completely new which evokes the same emotion in the viewer that would have been experienced seeing the original scene painted and then goes beyond.

The challenge is to try to avoid being too obvious as you perfect your own process and style as a fashion collagist and going beyond the two-dimensional aspect of a fine art collage. Using yourself as the medium to create 3-D collages as a means of creative self-expression and develop and build your own distinct visual vocabulary, putting together great outfits having lots of fun, as you become a part of a discreet club of Fashionista who check each other out as they pass one another on the street.

*Back then by day, I worked as a buyer for Flip of London, which at the time was the largest vintage clothing shop in Europe and at night hung out at the Blitz bar looking stylish and drinking with friends including Steve Dagger, who many considered the 6th member Spandau Ballet acting as the bands business manager.

January 11, 2009

more…Goodbye Gilmore Girls, goodbye Connecticut…


Last show promo…

Looking back it was a funny coincidence that we left Connecticut to start our new life in the UK, in the summer of 2006 as Rory was leaving Connecticut to start her new life as a journalist. And as I watched that last episode I was a little choked up remembering our life in the United States.

Malu has run Hazelnut studio for five years, but the idea started way back in the late 1990s when she was studying communications for a year at Harvard and I was working for the British government in New York promoting UK fashion.

The UK leads the world in textile design with over 100 active studios on the road marketing their designs around the world. In the last 20 years the surface design industry has grown rapidly, as manufacturers closed in-house design studios finding it more cost-effective to buy designs from freelance studios, who are better able to concentrate on keeping up with the new and emerging trends.

This is because the fashion and the consumer goods industry now moves so quickly, constantly churning out new collections, with manufacturers and designers often required to make eight deliveries a year. Unlike years ago when there were just spring and fall collections.

Consequently, it became more efficient for manufacturers just to buy in the designs, as it is hard enough for them to try to stay on top of their market, knowing what the emerging trends are.

Meanwhile, back to the Gilmore Girls. I think the reason we enjoyed them so much is because we are the visual of version of easy listening music. Giving an idealised romantic looking vision of small town living in the USA. Which honestly was so unrealistic because when we lived in Litchfield County the ground was snow-covered from October until April.

For almost 5 months, during that year, whenever I looked out of any of the window around the house, all I ever saw was a field of white, with the occasional animal footprints and tracks dotting the surface of the snow.

The saddest moment:



The last scene:



Best Scenes ever…

January 5, 2009

More: Fashionistas Remembrance of Things Past...

Barneys New York had a strict company rule that a salesperson was only permitted to help one customer at a time. Intended to make sure that all customers received the best service possible.

However, I was only working there part-time and was eager on a busy Saturday afternoon to maximize my income because I was working on commission, when the store was swamped with customers usually by 3 pm I could easily pickup two or three customers at a time to make money.

On this particular day while is juggling two or three customers a old men in a worn blazer un-pressed grey slacks, a white buttoned-down and a navy knit tie . I also noticed how grubby the old Burberry draped over his arm was as he continued to loiter and eavesdropping, while I explain the benefits of whatever garment I was trying to sell to my the two different customers.


Eventually, this old man’s eavesdropping started to irritated me as I bouncing from one customer to the other. I looked around to see if I could find another salesperson to help him and get him off my back. But it was all very odd as all my colleagues kept away and wouldn’t make eye contact with either him or me and I assumed that they knew this guy. “Perhaps they know him” I thought. “He must be a dripper” I decided a New York retail term for a time wasting customer.


So I decided to be assertive and as I put my arm around his shoulder I turned him around and led him out of the department “I really think you need a salesman’s help” I told him with a smile ”and your going to find it in this department” as I left him in the adjoining department.

Once the room had quieted down as customers drifted away and the sales day drew to a close, the salesman and I all slipped away to relax or to have a cigarette. But I noticed the old man I had ejected earlier huddled in a corner with Rhoda the department manager. Before long she was approaching me and I could see she was clearly agitated.

“Mr. Pressman wants to see you,” she told me.

I knew that Fred Pressman was the name of the son of Barney and the current owner of the firm. My mind raced as a thought of what to say in my defense, as I realized that the annoying old man who had kept eavesdropping and irritating me was actually the owner of the company. I also knew I had breached the companies golden rule of not helping more than one customer at a time

‘This could be awkward’ I thought to myself as I forced a smile and thrust my hand in his direction to shake his as I introduced myself. “Such a pleasure to meet you, Sir”.

However, I needn't have worried as the first thing Mr. Pressman said in his raspy throaty New York accent was to Rhoda “Where did we get this guy he’s a great salesman”.

What a relief.

Over the coming years I came to know Mr. Pressman well, almost considering him a friend. And I learned a lot directly from him as he continued to loiter around myself and the other salesmen selling on the floor. As he often interceded and helped you close the sale if you were letting a good sale slip away if he thought you were making a basic mistake...

By R. Cassidy, London