There is an opulent softness to Mandy Coon’s clothing that keeps me from dismissing it as more of the same gothic frippery that’s been dominating fashion circles for the past few years. Yeah, there’s lots of black and black leather, and chains but it’s nicely tempered with a milky peach toned silk, chunky knits, and humour in the shape of a crushed velvet bunny bag. Her silhouettes aren’t aggressively hard-edged and I think that’s what makes the difference
I kind of can’t get past the model. GAUNT is an understatement.
ESB,
I know Brann and I were commenting on it. (I had a good L-O-L over a recent Jezebel article that was going on and on about why won’t Vogue talk about how Freja Beha is a lesbian. And I was like, This is Jezebel shouldn’t they be freaking out about the fact she’s about 100lbs underweight?) Anyway, it’s so ubiquitous these days and there is so much fuss out there about it, and since I never intended to turn the blog into a critique on the absurdities of the fashion industry, i mostly ignore it and focus on the clothing.