I am a silly woman. I know this, I understand this, and I trundle through life hoping that the rest of the world either doesn't clue in to my silliness or finds enough other redeeming qualities about me to overlook it. One aspect of my silliness is my (sometimes desperate) desire to appear sophisticated and worldly, chic and superior. I probably deprive myself of a lot of pop culture pleasures in order to maintain that facade. But every now & again something will worm its way into my consciousness and against my better judgment cause me to Lose. My. S**t.
And so we have my Battlestar Galactica fixation. I'll spare you the rave and the proselytizing except to say that I promise it's much better than you think it is. And last Friday they finally, FINALLY started showing the concluding episodes of the series, after making us wait 34 years since the airing of the last episode. (Okay, not 34 years, but something like 18 months.) Now, if you trust my judgment (which would make your own questionable, probably, but whatever) and you want to check it out, you can watch episodes online or get the whole shebang (minus the current season, of course) at Amazon. I do heartily recommend.
One of the fun things about BStarG, as I like to call it, is its indeterminate time frame. It's kind of in the future, but maybe it's in the past -- its characters are humans but not from Earth, some characters are like humans but not humans... it's all very ambiguous. Which fact is reflected in the costuming, which is a far cry from that 1960's super-mod spaceman view of science fiction wardrobes and more like subtle twists on clothes you could find on any real-life human here on our real-life planet. And that always appeals to me, as I think you know if you read this blog. I like things that are just a little off, clothing that subverts or surprises in some small way. So after I watched B*G last Friday, I started looking around for some things that struck me as vaguely Galactica-esque. Here's what I found.
Speaking of losing my... er, stuff, Alber Elbaz's Spring 2009 collection for Lanvin was dizzyingly wonderful. There's a bucket of it on Luisaviaroma.com
Fantastic. Utterly Fantastic.
I never don't love Jil Sander. Raf Simons is a god among designers. I don't just (desperately, frantically, achingly) want to wear his clothes, I want to hang out with him.
Magnificent skirt. This draping will help to camouflage bits you're not enthusiastic about, or conversely, help create some curves if you don't have any. Miraculous!
I don't have to explain why this is gorgeous, right? Some things are just true.
I feel I would be smarter if I wore this cardigan. Smarter, more conversant about Ingmar Bergman movies, speaking better French, and able to drink coffee after 11:00 a.m. without being up for the next three days. Attractive men in angular eyeglasses would want to stroll down the street with their arms around my waist, asking my opinion on literature and architecture and politics.
OMIGOD, someone hand me my salts. This coat wants to come home with me so much.
So. Next installment of BStarG airs tonight, so under no circs should any of you pester me between 9:00 and 10:00 pm CST. I mean it.
Unless you're calling to offer me that Cashgora coat. Then you can bother me.