Archive for November 2012
Happy birthday, Dian Parkinson. C’mon, sell that oil. Sell it!
Happy birthday, Game. I think I liked you better before you told Tyra Banks that her forehead isn’t that big.
I don’t suppose that there’s an Emmy Award for “Best Gowns,” but there should be some way to recognize the genius of “RuPaul’s Drag Race” dress designer Zaldy Goco. I pinched this photo from Manila Luzon’s Facebook page. I believe that it’s a dress were going to see in Season Five of the show. Like every other dress Zaldy designs for RuPaul, it’s — as they say on the show — sickening!
Zaldy is the Bob Mackie of our generation. He is creating an archive of work that should be preserved and put in a museum someday. Sometimes fashion critics complain that certain designers create clothes that verge on “costume.” I often agree with them, but in this instance I don’t care. I just hope that the Academy of Television Arts and Sciences doesn’t forget about him. He deserves to be a household name. A shiny gold statue for his own household would be nice, too.
Happy birthday, Sharon Needles. Oh, crap — I forgot to buy you a gift! I’d better go back to Party City . . .
Happy birthday, Robin Givens. I was thinking of using the same name for my autobiography, but then I decided upon “Gorgeous Like Me.” I’m humble that way . . .
In a move that can only be described as ill-mannered, the British Fashion Council has announced that the scheduled dates for London’s Fall/Winter 2013 menswear shows (January 7-9) will overlap with the Week of Incomprehensible Gorgeousness.
Also known as the birthday week of such fashion luminaries as myself and the BFC’s own Ambassador for Emerging Talent, Sarah Mower, the Week of Incomprehensible Gorgeousness was founded to remind the world that the first seven days of January aren’t just for self-loathing and setting unattainable goals, but also for celebrating the preternatural beauty of those born at that time.
“I chose to be born that week because it didn’t really conflict with any other major celebrations,” claims WoIG founder Auntie Fashion. “Well, there are those Orthodox Catholic holidays, but who celebrates those nowadays?”
Yet is a one-day overlap between the two events really a cause for concern? “My birthday is on January 6,” continues a nearly inconsolable Auntie Fashion. “How can I expect a surprise visit from Tom Ford or Jonathan Saunders at my door when they need to be halfway across the world the next morning? Let’s be realistic here!”
The fashion world’s most-enduring muse does have a point. Recently, members of the BFC have taken great offense to scheduling conflicts regarding call times during London Fashion Week itself and overlapping dates proposed by the organization’s Milanese counterpart. “They cry foul when someone treads upon their territory,” she adds, “but then they turn around and invade my turf. It’s inexcusable!”
Reminded that fellow fashion critic Cathy Horyn is often forced to attend the New York Fashion Week shows during her own birthday week, Auntie Fashion is quick to reply “And you wonder why she’s grouchy? C’mon!”