P R A D A : SPRING / SUMMER 2012

MARY KATRANZOU : 20/09/2011 LFW.

Images and video courtesy of vogue.co.uk

Sorry loyal readership! I've been a very busy Peaver and have been minus internet since Tuesday. I plan on sharing some of the masterpieces unveiled at the Prada show yesterday at Milan Fashion week ASAP. But for some visual stimulaion right now here is the Mary Kantrantzou show. Enjoy the florals honey bees. 
Lovah, lovah, loved Mary Kantrantzou's show held on Tuesday 20th Sept of London Fashion week. The palatte of colours were bright, bold and uplifting. The bed of flowers occupyign the center of the stage were reflected in the prints, colours,  texture and draping off the clothes themselves. The flowers were an exercise in a pixalated-like colour blocking or pointilism observed in an impressionist painting.

To cut it short Pharaoh Pea loved it and wishes Mary would consider menswear. Her show was a  display of uplifting, optimistic and vibrant colour blocking and b.e.a.utiful florals. Generally it was a show that should be hugely well recieved by everyone with the exception of misfortunates who suffer from hayfever. It reminded me of colourful Prada prints or more recently a Prabal Gurung dress worn by SJP.

 Here's the show in full:

Bubye for now,
Pharaoh Pea

BING BANG BOSH. A SPRING SUMMER 2012 STAR IS BORN

YSL Autumn Winter Campaign beauties

This is a bit off topic on the current spring/summer 12 shows but I love this new capaign video and I don't have time to photoshop today. It's part YSL's Fall/Winter 2011 campaign. The song's LCD Soundstyem - I Can Change (Tiga Remix) Stefano Pilati is the chief designer for Yves Saint Laurent suceeding Tom Ford and YSL himself.

Sayonara Amigos,
Pharaoh Pea

And so concludes New York Fashion Week

with Marc Jacobs; the suspected heir to the Dior creative throne.

I loved the show. Models were theatrically unveiled seated behind an enormous red curtain mimicking an old school theater. Wasn't so sure about some of the draping/gathering but loved the glistening  dresses embellished in plastic shards which made their way down the runway. The show concluded with a brief appearance from the God of cross continental fashion design himself (minus kilt) making a quick retreat followed by a curtain close before the fat lady even sang. Wintour made a b-line for entry behind the red curtain to presumably congratulate Marc on this generally fantastic collection.

I felt it was one of Marc's most sophisticated collections for his own brand. It was easy to draw correlations between this showing and much of his work at Louis Vuitton. On seeing the plastic opaque skirts I couldn't help but be reminded of the group of models sent down the runway in transparent nurses outfits at Vuitton for the Spring/Smmer 2008 show. It also echoed the high sheen, heavy embellishment and transparency seen this year's Fall/Winter lady-of-the night vs. gendarmes at Vuitton also.
Sorry to my audience of none about how sporadic my posts are. Things are rajah hectic at the moment but there is no rest for the wicked. The fashion aristocrats are already preparing themselves to disembark from America and its offerings and ascend on the UK for  London Fashion Week's Spring/Summer 2012 which begins tomorrow morning.. The next free chance I get I will try and play catch up distill the overall pickings from NYFW for you fine readers and show Pharaoh Pea in some of his favourite menswear after the busy week of fashion.
A bientot,
Pharaoh Pea.

NYFW Spring Summer, Thursday 08/09/'11

PREFACE

Hello loyal readership of one.
This is Pharaoh Pea - style enthusiast and amateur commentator on it (I am also a proud member of your five a day. Greens are cool and good for you and you heard it here first).
After years watching, following and enjoying fashion and style from my pod; after cultivating opinions and many unrealized ideas, I've decided to put unsaid thoughts into action, or at least into virtual words on the internet.
Since attempting this modest undertaking via the blogging universe I've only managed to reinforce my suspicions that I can't perform simple tasks, only clumsy acts of disorganisation. I felt my initial ambitions were simple and completely feasible.
      
        - Set up the blog with reasonable time to write about the beauts of fashion exposed over the course of the upcoming fashion weeks.
        - Write a simple and short introductory post explaining my intentions to maintain a style focused blog detailing fashion today and fashion past, as well as posting Pharaoh Pea in some of the nice threads I stumble across along the way.
        - And the most anal retentive of this list - publish the said post at 8PM exactly, the kick off time for Fashion's Night Out. Followed swiftly by a post rounding up the day's best pickings at first day of  MB New York Fashion Week.

My humble plan proved overwhelming to my technical resources. First of all I drew a self portrait of myself as Pharaoh Pea and squeezed him into some beautiful  P r a d a  Spring/Summer 2011 regalia and Tod's green suede loafers to match his complexion (Not very seasonal I realise but Pharaoh Pea can pull it off). Threw up a denim background and his title in big red letters to chill by. This all went surprisingly smoothly. I was a little concerned about Pharaoh's likeness to one of Prince Pelayo's posts from a while back, along with the similarities in our regal denominations. Putting these grievances aside I jumped onto blogspot and set up my account. Blogspot demanded a name for my blog and I thought it would be cool to space out the letters like they are in in that nice red font up there I put Pharaoh Pea next to on standing duty. However my clever spacing was realized as P h a r a o h P e a. So not only does the name sound like   k a t e l o v e s m e,  it now looks like it also. Great.
After all this carnage I decided to start on my first post (if you were paying attention you'll remember I planned to ceremoniously launch it on on 8/9/2011 at 8 PM to an audience with baited breath i.e. me alone). I started with attempt to acknowledge my utmost respect for Pelayo the Spanish Prince of Central Saint Martins, youth and fashion and to establish that I wasn't making a feeble attempt towards a copycat blog. Which got me thinking if I was, who would love me?
For the record potential lovers I would happily affiliate myself to are: m a r c l o v e s m e, b l a k e l o v e s m e,  t o m l o v e s m e, d a v i d l o v e s m e,  z a c l o v e s m e, g e r a r d l o v e s m e, a n d e r s o n l o v e s m e, b a b e l o v e s m e and most boldly a n n a l o v e s m e or  p e l a y o l o v e s m e. Acknowledging Anderson's not so much style reveler; more who I wish loved me.
In my eagerness to conquer the basic functions of blog-editing and name my ideal lovers I typed "mrclovesme,  tomlovesme" and tapped a link onto these declarations to the Marc Jacobs and Tom Ford websites. I then uploaded an unflattering sketch, (resembling a horse) I did of a painting of Jeanne Lanvin upside down. I proceeded to accidentally "publish post". So that my very first post, the one I wanted to be my debut, in sync with Fashion's Night Out and everything else Vogue, had transpired as a violent assault on the grace and dignity Lanvin herself embodied, in the form of an upside down horse auto titled as "Mr. Cloves me, Tom loves me". A name which still haunts the url of this post. A title which suggests Pharaoh Pea's first post was not fashion related at all. More so a deranged depiction of an immigrant garlic clove, Mr. Cloves, speaking in broken English. I imagined Mr Cloves arriving at an immigration bureau declaring himself - "Mr. Cloves me" and vying for green card citizenship by association to his supportive supposed lover - "Tom loves me". The scenario is portrayed below. I especially like the Balenciaga pants and Ralph Lauren loafers which he presents himself in.

Since then I've substituted my horse-like sketch a photo of  Gabrielle "Coco" Chanel until I find a suitable sketch from my archives and renamed this post as a preface. A preface to all the unborn posts which will proceed this one.
My blogging efforts are already two days behind schedule to the New York Fashion week. So with haste I'll go delve into what has been revealed and what has yet to come in the line of Spring/Summer pret-a-porter womenswear. Hopefully my next update will be more of a cohesive report on fashion and less of a not-so-amusing anecdote on technical malfunctions I've encountered.

I say ciao, ciao amigo and leave you with a video which I think represents the enjoyment that can be found through style and the spirit of fashion. I like very much the song which plays mid way through so I've also threw that down there for your pleasah' too.

BISOUS,

PHARAOH            PEA