Once a Faux Pas, Always a Personal Staple: Fashion Week Edition

If you don't follow me here and here for the inexcusable reason of having more important things to read such as up-to-the-minute international politics and current affairs, then I truly advise you to continue what you are doing because I am about to discuss the benefits of wearing mullet silhouettes and bathing suit bottoms in public and you are likely to get much, much less cultured.

Just kidding. Maybe. Anyways, For this year's edition of Montreal Fashion Week, my mantra of dress revolved around the bringing back of fashion's Do-Nots and making them fashion Do-it-Anyways'. I was open to anything and everything. Except for nipple tassels. Those are never ok. 

Shall we analyze?

DAY 1:

The Mullet Dress: Mullets, remember those? Oooooh ya. Except this time I wore one on my ass.

The Fanny Pack: A little bit higher up to the hip level but equal in "What the hell are you wearing?" merit, I can  only be thankful that most of the men in attendance were biologically programmed to find me sexually unappealing anyways.

DAY 2:

The Swim Suit Bottom: High-waisted and shorts-like in appearance, I still bought these in the bathing suit section of Value Village. And then I wore them into a cocktail lounge. Can't take me no where.

TRAVIS TADDEO SHOW:

Skunk Hair: Because, if you would so kindly read the caption below, the Montreal Gazette thinks that I have "skunk hair." And ya know, there's nothing more subversive than mimicking your look to that of a foul-smelling and primitive rodent.

For more tom-foolery and counter-productive banter, read my MFW coverage so far chez Miss Sly.

Let's Get Nake...Dressed? Montreal Fashion Week #23

Oy, boys, girls, and undecideds, 'tis the season to be not only jolly, but also fully and hopefully fashionably clothed as per Contractual Term #1 of the Montreal Fashion Week Constitution which clearly states that:

"All attendees must wear the maximum amount of bodily apparel as is humanly possible in order to avoid nudity of any shape or form and to promote the diffusion of sartorial extremism to the lowly masses. This clause makes exception to nipple and genital protrusions witnessed at all runway shows and/or after-parties."

I. don't. make. this. shit. up.

So I deem it not only appropriate (not that anything I've said so far has been appropriate) but also NECESSARY to introduce my soon-to-be-released (note: soon is a very loaded word) new blog, aptly entitled Not a Nudist.

In lieu of this week's prescribed anti-nudity theme and its convenient but probably unintended alignment with my new blog, I promise to attend wearing nothing but...DA DA DAHHHH......CLOTHES! (Novel idea, I know.) But, when I say clothes I mostly mean garments which fall into the category of ridiculousness.

So what will I be wearing? To predict the future, we must look to the past:


Option 1: The Grandma-ma?

Option 2: The Woolly Mammoth?

Option 3: The Angst-Ridden Teen Who Questions His/Her Sexuality?

Option 4: The Hypothermic Winter Clown?

Actually none of the above. Follow to find out. And then check in here to get my post-show recaps. Consider me your election season anti-depressant. Overdosing allowed.

Maude Nibelungen: On Knitting, OCD, and New York City Bros

I showed up to the interview I would be giving without a pen. So, Maude Nibelungen, the Montreal-based knitwear designer, offered me hers. "But, like, make sure you give it back...because I love that pen. It's amazing to me." 

Girl's got OCD. 

She also confessed to me that she almost fought a "bro" in a bar in New York City (and then recommended I go to that bar) and that she loves cooking with alcohol. I think it noteworthy to add that there were zero rocking chairs to be found in her studio. There were, however, bright pink cuckoo clocks, a skull vase, a creepy drawing of a girl and her dog, as well as plastic flamingo wine glasses. Oh, and a shit load of yarn. I subsequently have stopped looking to fill my open calls for a role model.

She once worked in a bank. She once spent most of her time in that bank knitting. "Some girls complained." 

Before that, Maude left the tiny town of Saint-Alexandre-de-Kamouraska, (Yes, you will click on that link) population 2,050, where her grandmother taught her to knit, to study History in Quebec City. 

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She has spent the last five years in Montreal, working nights and weekends, and filling up the rest of her time writing, painting, and knitting full collections that have been showcased at Montreal Fashion Week, and most recently, Le Festival Mode et Design de Montréal. She has collaborated with Ovate and Sisters of the Black Moon to date, and with only two years worth of collections realized by her knitting needles, Maude has only just begun. 

And she tells me, in regards to my own ambitions, only to go for it if it's for the right reasons. "Express yourself and be happy." 

That, I can do.

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Fall/Winter 12-13:

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