The Revolver Project







AW12: II lookbook from The Revolver Project. Vintage finds (Yes, more vintage and to that I say, so what?)  leaving me lusting after one item in particular, which shall remain Top Secret until I can get my hands on it! Check them out on Facebook or Twitter here.

Suited and booted

This is a look I absolutely love and have been raving about for ages now. Despite this trend being readily available on the high street in Warehouse and Topshop, particularly embraced by ASOS,  it’s a look I haven’t seen many people trying – it’s a look I haven’t tried yet. Looking ahead to the Christmas outings, a suit-and-boot combo is a much preferrable option to tiny, sequinned dresses – it calls out to my anti-glamourpuss!

I like…

…a leather pinafore teamed with bare legs (sheer tights for an Irish climate) and chunky boots…

…a neoprene bomber jacket…

…swathes of emerald silk garnished with crystals and leather…

…a good play on words…

…navy sports luxe with a touch of black…

… and fashion friends!

// All images are linked//

Dressing for fashion week

I consciously abstained from posting about fashion week and all its goings-ons. In saying that, now that the dust has settled on the SS13 shows, there is one observation to be made from the whole thing. Fashion Week, no matter the city, just sends ‘fashion’ people into absolute overdrive! Into a colossal tailspin whereby outfits are planned months in advance (!) and the main objective, judging by street style blogs and such, is to feature on said street style blogs. As is obvious, to feature on a street style blog is not the main objective of fashion week, however nice a perk it may be.

Think of fashion week as the opportunity to go all out, but in your (“your” addressing people who are actually lucky enough to make their way to fashion week) own way, in a manner that is not so clearly choreographed and attuned to the preferred stylings of certain street style photographers.

For example, Bryan Boy at NYFW feigning nonchalance and/or ignoring the lens pointed in his general direction – impractical, not to mention kinda ugly, this futuristic Alexander McQueen visor just adds to the Bryan-Boy-blogger-cliché. And my beloved Miroslava Duma, who generally gets it SO right – see here – falls prey to the vices of Fashion Week dressing too. And as to street style for Fashion Week in general, as Rosemary Mac Cabe of Fash Mob so eloquently put it, “Is it time to rename ‘street style’? My suggestion: ‘Thin people looking photogenic in expensive clothes'”.

//Stockholm Streetstyle // Jak & Jill // Le 21eme //

The wonder of Bill

Image c/o The Sartorialist

After much hype, Diana Vreeland began screening in Dublin’s Lighthouse Cinema yesterday. Since I won’t get the chance to see it until next week , I took this opportunity to finally watch Richard Press’ candid documentary on the inimitable and utterly adorable Bill Cunningham. True, I didn’t know he existed until Richard Press took it upon himself to cast into the spotlight the man who has been a cult street style photographer since before it was the done thing. That in no means takes away from the man himself though, and ultimately, the wonder of ‘Bill Cunningham: New York’. I posted about the film’s London premiere in association with Grazia magazine back in February (!!) and since its subsequent release, there have been millions of reviews, thousands of column inches and even more aspersions cast about Bill’s story and the entire ensemble of characters collected within the film. I myself proffered opinions about the documentary; based entirely upon the trailer, from what I could gauge online and from poring through his archived columns for the New York Times. In effect, it was easy for me to indulge in this documentary because I had only minor details on the man and of his life’s legacy thus far.

Upon watching it this morning I was enthralled and completely fixated, as well as moved by some of the more touching and close-to-the bone parts in the documentary. The trailer depicts a maverick street style photographer, who values his camera, his negatives and his bike above all else. The trailer also depicts an enigmatic, lonely man who has dedicated his life to fashion. However, Richard Press’ genius interpretation of Bill’s day-to-day life, filled in with all manner of characters – from work colleagues at the Times, to fellow eccentrics facing eviction in Carnegie Hall, to those who know him but are unknown to Bill himself – succeeds in showing that if Bill wants, he need not be lonely, he chooses this lifestyle because it works for him.

I take with me my own assumptions on the film and on William J (the name he went by in his former life as a New York milliner), as have many others. The main thing however, which I assume was to be the aim of this documentary, is that the wonder of Bill Cunningham is now out there for all to see. And after that little rollercoaster of emotions, I can only hope Diana Vreeland’s much-anticipated biopic doesn’t let me down.