14 November 2010

Dear Visitors

An angry mob has quite suddenly placed my blog and inbox under siege... From what I gather, this is due to speculation that I am friends with certain members of the modelling population. Allow me to assure you that I am in no way affiliated with Stephanie Carta or Catherine McNeil, nor have I ever met either in my life. These suspicions have arisen over comments made on a few of my previous posts, made by user(s) under the names "cherry bomb" and "queen".

Though the poster(s) incorporated my Mighty Boosh reference extensively, I would encourage you to not take any of the afore mentioned comments seriously. A lack of evidence to the contrary leads me to believe these were posted by someone intending to get a rise out of people following the careers and personal lives of those who are implicated. 

While I encourage the use of the comment section for opinions/criticism, ideas, etc., I stress that impersonation is both a misuse of this section, as well as an unfortunate sign that you may be at risk of developing a psychological illness, potentially of the personality disorder variety. If you fear this is the case, I would advise you to seek professional help before your symptoms worsen.  

Peace, love, and floating,
Gill Ford

13 November 2010

When I Rolled, I Rolled Deep

Okay, so I've finally gotten around to the second edition of What You Should Be Listening To... and let me tell you, these are some fucking great albums. Fucking great as in, if you don't have them in your collection... I was going to say we couldn't be BFFs. But most of my mates don't have these, so that threat is emptier than the tin of Quality Street chocolates I bought this morning in anticipation of the Christmas holidays. Whatever.


1. Pete Yorn & Scarlett Johansson - Break Up - 2009
I'll forgive you for rereading the artist names. I'll even forgive you Wikiing whether I meant the Scarlett Johansson, of Lost in Translation and The Other Boleyn Girl fame. Yes, the New Yorker can actually sing. And Pete Yorn's not that bad either. On the contrary, he's excellent. Yorn wrote and composed eight of the nine tracks himself ('I Am The Cosmos' being a Chris Bell song written back in the 70s). 


Apparently, Yorn was inspired to endeavour on this venture by Serge Gainsbourg's duets with Bridgitte Bardot in the late sixties. He wanted to get some Hollywood starlet to feature on his album, just for the hell of it. His brother happened to be Johansson's agent, so she was brought on in and recorded her parts in two days. Lone behold, she had a voice, which was more than Mr. Yorn had expected (more than anyone had expected really). After all, fame does not talent make, and Bardot really wasn't anything special on those duets back in the day.


Break Up is a classic collection of great original songs. In fact, I'd even go so far as to say it's one of my favorite albums of 2009. It didn't move anywhere near as many copies as The Fame Monster or the one where Beyonce thinks she's Sasha P., but then the really good shit rarely does (Having said that, yes, I bought Fame Monster. Twice, actually, cos I wanted both covers. And you can bet your rancid meat dress that I got the super deluxe limited edition for Christmas too. That would be copy #491 of 10000. Fucking right.). In particular, I really love 'Relator', 'Wear And Tear', 'Shampoo', and 'Someday'. But you know, at 28.9 minutes total, listen to the lot and thank me later. 


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2. The Black Keys - Attack & Release - 2008
Featuring for the second time on my music rundowns, The Black Keys and their fifth album, Attack & Release. While I am and perhaps always will be most partial to the afore covered Thickfreakness, A & R continues what is an impressive discography from the blues-rock duo from Ohio. I don't think enough good things can be said about these lads, they've taken over my playlists. A & R has all the great distorted riffs that we love from Thickfreakness, but has a more modern and finished feel to it (probably the result of it not being produced and recorded in Pat Carney's homemade studio). It's also interesting to note that the instrumentation has grown enormously between the two albums: Thickfreakness featured only a guitar and drums, while A & R has the added strength of everything from synthesizers to clarinets. Not that most of you even give a flying shit what the instruments are. The point is that The Black Keys are fucking awesome, and Ke$ha almost definitely finds Dan Auerbach's beard swoon-worthy. 


Tracks To Check Out:
1. 'I Got Mine'
Rolling Stone put it at #23 on it's Top 100 Songs of 2008 list. It would have been higher on my list though. The fact that 'Lollipop' by Lil Wayne was #5 is a strong indication that the list maker was obviously retarded. 'I Got Mine' is classic epicism. The sort of thing you'd want playing while robbing a casino in Vegas or something. It's the business. It's "Rock and roll hustle, all the time". 'Lollipop'? Is about sucking a penis. Forgive me for not proclaiming it as the epitome of awesomeness and originality. 


2. 'All You Ever Wanted'
Presently a favorite of yours truly. 'All You Ever Wanted' is - for me - about a girl who was in an abusive relationship. She's incapable of escaping the influence of the man, even though he's no longer around. She feels he is always watching her, and the shame of the whole ordeal has caused her to withdraw and avoid making connections with others in the future. The narrator comments on the sad irony of this lasting effect, because "All [she] ever wanted was someone to treat [her] nice and kind". He goes on to promise that he can be that someone for her, be a friend that protects her while she heals, and help her remember how to love. 


3. 'Psychotic Girl'
Pretty simple. Actually, it's a little similar to 'Hang Me Up To Dry' by the Cold War Kids in it's concept. Laddie gets involved with a lassie notorious for jerking guys about. He does so knowing about this reputation, confident he won't get sucked in to the same tricks. Of course, then she rocks his world, and he wonders if perhaps he's tamed her. But then she drops the other shoe, and he's left trying to think of a snappy comeback to save some of his diminished pride. And he comes up with is "You're just a psychotic girl." 


4. 'So He Won't Break'
"He" got dumped by the wayside (by a psychotic girl, perhaps?) and now he'd heartbroken. He's refusing to give in to the feeling though, holding his head up and looking for the love he needs to fix himself up again. All the other people suffering the same trauma are resorting to drugs and the like to fill the void, but he knows that this is only a temporary fix, and that love is what makes the real difference to a broken heart. And before I reduce myself to a sappy sighing teenager, the solo on this one is a piece of work. Santana inspired. 


5. 'Oceans And Streams'
Follow your dreams kids, you'll hate yourselves and everyone else otherwise. Do you want to be a Future Sailor? Fucking do it. You've got a bloody neon compass, ain't nothing as can blow you off course. 


3. Oasis - (What's The Story) Morning Glory? - 1995
Self explanatory, really. Oasis are one of the most successful British bands since the Beatles. (What's The Story) Morning Glory? is their most successful album. How successful? Well, it's third on the list of biggest selling albums in the UK ever. Seeing as it's beat out by Queen's Greatest Hits (damn you, Freddie Mercury, for being so amazing) and the Beatles' Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band, that deserves one hell of a pat on the back. That means people bought it more times than any of the Beatles' other 56 million albums, not to mention they outsold every Madonna, ABBA, and Michael Jackson album to date. You can bet the Gallaghers took this shit to the bank. They nearly ended each others' respective existences on the way, but that's neither here nor there. 


Tracks To Check Out:
1. 'Cast No Shadow'
A personal favorite, 'Cast No Shadow' is a song about life. Okay, so most songs are, but that really is the nutshell of it. It's about the travails of love and life; you'll be bound by the weight of what you say to others (guilt for lies, potentially causing harm with the truth); sometimes, you'll have to put your own needs aside for someone else, even though you mightn't want to. Most importantly, the only way you can head forward in life is to keep hold of your humble beginnings that you've left behind: you need to remember them fondly, not try to hide them, because it will hinder you later in life, making you arrogant and vain. 


2. 'Champagne Supernova'
So yeah... I've never really had any fucking clue what 'Champagne Supernova' is about. It means different things if you're happy, sad, sleepy, or high beyond reckoning. But I'll tell you what I do know: it's a fucking good record. 


3. 'Morning Glory'
The song that plays when Gill Ford gets off a plane in foreign lands on adventures of epic proportions... (But seriously though, I've never spoken truer words.) Basically, 'Morning Glory' is about all the awesome, over-the-top dreams one dreams when snorting coke (In case anyone was looking for a recent example, allow me to refer you to Lady Gaga, who had a wee habit during her Lower East Side adventures prior to The Fame. Just so happens period has inspired much of her music, etc. Gives a whole other meaning to 'Bad Romance' there dunnit?). However, as we know, coke heads have an unfortunate tendency to die, or just be generally useless when under the influence. So take a little time to wake up. You could be the next Peter Doherty with all those fucked up dreams and ideas you got while you were high. 

4. 'Don't Look Back In Anger'
One of the things this album is noted for is its sampling of musical cues from prominent songs of other artists. 'Don't Look Back In Anger' borrows from John Lennon's classic 'Imagine'. Due to Noel Gallagher being under the influence of various substances at the time of writing the record, even he doesn't know what the song's on about, but for me, it's always seemed to hit on dealing with mental illness, perhaps bipolar disorder? Sally's in love with a guy who is all caught up in his own head; he shifts between episodes of depression, where he is completely consumed with his own thoughts, and mania, where he comes up with grandiose ideas for changing the world. He can see that she is frustrated with his illness, and is asking her to leave him for her own sake. He pleads for her to not remember him for his illness and the pain it caused her, but to remember that he loved her enough to make her leave. 

5. 'Wonderwall'
Definitely the most overplayed of the band's songs, but also the most well loved if we're speaking generally. 'Wonderwall' is about a girl - perhaps a celebrity of some sort - who everyone knows and loves. The praise that is heaped upon her isn't anything she thinks much of because it is so constant that it has lost much of the its significance. She knows everyone loves her. Why should one more person make any big difference? The song is from the perspective of someone close to her, who has known her all through the rise to fame and has come to love her over that time. He is struggling to find a way to express this love in a way that will actually mean something to a girl who has long since written off the possibility of being loved for herself as opposed to her persona.


Peace, love, and floating,
Gill Ford

10 November 2010

Venus Envy

I must admit, I do not dabble in the Italian fashion world quite as much as I should. I daresay this is due in part to the lack of distribution of Italian fashion magazines around here, but I must also ruefully place the blame upon myself for not exploring much beyond what comes out on the runways in Milan. Perhaps Paris leaves me swooning so heavily that Milan regrettably falls victim to the recency effect.


Over the last while, there appears to have been growing malcontent with Vogue Italia, which has unfortunately resulted in an overall loss of popularity among fashion readers. (Please forgive me, I am generalizing for the sake of simplicity, I'm aware there are many who still avidly follow the magazine!) When I heard the news that Tyra Banks had managed a deal with Vogue Italia that would see the next winner of 'America's Next Top Model' feature in editorials and on the cover of the Beauty in Vogue supplement, I thought: "One giant leap for ANTM, one step down the ladder for Vogue Italia". What it signaled for me was that the Italians were losing sales, and looking to capitalize on a bankable production (excuse the pun) overseas in America. While I applaud the efforts  of Franca Sozzani to increase the magazine's fanbase, I regret that it must come via this avenue. However, let fans of VI, fashion, and art, past, present, and future rejoice, because in the November issue, Steven Meisel has produced a fashion photographic masterclass (as is his wont, I know, but seriously, he's quite outdone himself here):


Vogue Italia - November 2010 - Freja Beha Erichsen & Iselin Steiro

   

 
  
 
 
 


The cover, which I came across via tFS and my daily haunts a week or so ago, is simply stunning. Pure. Raw. Luxe. I'm having immense difficulty encapsulating the essence of it in one word, and wondering if I should resort to different languages that are more appropriate to poetic description than English (which is severely lacking, as is often the case). In the absence of the colour red, I am hesitant to break open the Russian for these and describe them as красивы, but I feel it is necessary: Как гений чистой красоты. (Read yourselves some Pushkin my friends, I daresay Russian poetry is a lesson in the art of word choice.)


'Venus In Furs' features the two cover models, Iselin Steiro and Freja Beha Erichsen (I know, I know, FBE has been all over my posts thus far, but the girl has basically taken fashion by storm in the last few months, so I really have no choice. You think I'm exaggerating, but you haven't seen my inbox lately. Of course, that only makes the 'no choice' defence half justified. And good luck getting me to admit to favoritism.), as well as Iris Strubegger, Alla Kostromichova, Andrej Pejic, Tomek Szczukiecki, and Michael Tintiuc. As the title indicates, fur is one of the focuses of the shoot, but what initially stands out (for me, at least) is that 'Venus In Furs' is an alluring study in androgyny. And not the oh-hey-we're-decked-in-studs-and-Dr-Martens androgyny, but the genuine are-you-a-boy-or-a-girl? androgyny.


There seems to be a current misunderstanding of what is actually epicene. By it's very definition, androgyny is about ambiguity, walking the line between male and female to such an extent that neither label can appropriately be attached to you. It's rare that fashion explores the true nature of the word; androgyny is often misinterpreted as a girl who might else be labelled a 'tomboy', or a boy who dresses in a feminine way, the former perhaps being most common. The focus is always on the clothing. Seeing as we're talking about a business that sells clothes, this is in no way surprising. But from an artistic perspective, androgyny is not dependent upon what a person wears, but in the person's natural physical features: their face, their body, etc. Clothing and adornment is secondary to this, if even to be considered at all. Thus, the decision to have the models largely unclothed and unmade-up is one of immense artistic significance. It allows for a true appreciation of the similarities of the bodies at the most basic of levels.


Something that should also be noted is that for the most part, the nudity is depicted absent of any particularly sexual nature. Importantly, any sexuality that is expressed is done so in a way that is gentle and natural, as opposed to vulgar or erotic - at least when taking it at immediate face value. This contributes to the sense of sexlessness (joyous news, Watson, I daresay I've invented a new word) that the shoot is embodying. 


There's a very Renaissance feel to the photos in the way it's all presented, with the long hair, the pale skin, and the pervasive sense of modesty in spite of the abundant nudity. Of course, the most obvious comparison I can draw (especially based on the title chosen for the editorial) is to Boticelli's The Birth of Venus. As with many representations of Venus (or Aphrodite, as she was known before the Romans stole her from Hellas...), Boticelli's is nude, but employing the most direct of options in an attempt to preserve decency. However, modesty is achieved through the most modest and natural of means: by the use of hand and hair. Compare this to Meisel's photos, where the trend continues, incorporating not only protection with the skin and hair of humans, but also of animals, i.e., the leather and fur pieces.


Overall, this is a stunning editorial, pure and simple. Fashion photography is an art, no doubt, but because shoots like this one are so rare in coming about, this can be easy to forget. When they do though, it forces you to reevaluate the shoots you've seen before in relation. Does Iselin's last editorial still look as good as it did before you saw this one? Do you have higher respect for Vogue Italia now that you know this is the sort of content they publish? Perhaps you have renewed faith in Meisel's talent behind the camera? 


The thing that is both exciting and anxiety provoking about excellence is that it sets a bar. Everything that comes after is expected to meet that bar, and eventually surpass it as skill increases through practice. So why should we be excited? 'Venus In Furs' is a pièce de résistance, and all involved will be compelled to improve upon it in future projects to maintain the expectation of quality. The problem with bars though, is that they can be set too high. Will we be seeing something as good as this from Vogue Italia and Steven Meisel anytime soon? Only time will tell. But given Meisel's impressive track record, I'd put money on it.  


Peace, love, and floating,
Gill Ford


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26 October 2010

On "19-Year-Old Fashion Wannabe Dimwits"

"Assuming the tag line on your left has now got me the attention of even the dumbest, most ignorant little 19-year-old fashion wannabe dimwits - let the hate mail begin - I'm going to tell you a story about the next generation of fashion: the young aspirers, force-fed with Tyra Banks philosophies and fashion Fata Morganas created by The Hills."
- Anders Christian Madsen, 'Paintings for the Blind', DANSK Magazine, 24

DANSK is without doubt my favorite magazine. While I love the shoots that they do, the styling they use, hell, even the adverts they include, the main reason I buy the magazine is Anders Christian Madsen. The man is a genius, hands down. Other larger publications like Vogue, Elle, and Harper's Bazaar feel so comparatively dull for me as a reader, which is perhaps one of many reasons for the unfortunate circumstances described in one of Madsen's articles in DANSK's F/W 2010 issue (titled 'Paintings for the Blind').

Madsen describes the article as "a feature which [...] carries a journalistic and socio-critical importance so vast that it really ought to appear in The New York Times. I even got quotes and stuff." As you notice, I too took the liberty of using quotes. Why, you ask? Well, for starters, Madsen is hilarious, and it would be punishable for me not to share his words with you, reader, directly from the source. Second, I attach enormous importance to the message of the article, despite the fact that in some ways, it implicates me personally.

In a nutshell, 'Paintings for the Blind' is a piece highlighting the dilution of the fashion industry in recent years. The water that's watering it all down? The new generation. The young, fame-hungry social climbers pounding on the highest of high society's doors because they want to be "in". They want to be in fashion, not because they feel it is an outlet for artistic expression, but because in high school they were told to get a career that they would enjoy. In the absence of any other skills (actually, that's too harsh - in the absence of recognition of any other skills) they decide to take their black belt in shopping and become a fashion designer, or a stylist, or a makeup artist, etc.

From some perspectives, this is an excellent idea. You know, "HOLLA, I get to do what I love ALL DAY and get paid big money for it! My life is so not average." And they are totally right, because we all dread growing up and finding ourselves in a Chandler Bing situation. Having a job that you love makes actually working a job much more tolerable than having one that you can't stand.

The problem with this, however, is that these people are getting into the industry with absolutely no knowledge of its history, let alone the present or the future. (Just so we're clear, knowing brand names like Calvin Klein, Chanel, Versace, and Burberry do not count as 'knowing' about fashion. That's the equivalent of saying you 'know' about football, but only being able to name David Beckham, Cristiano Ronaldo, and 'that guy who headbutted the other guy that one time...') Where fashion is influenced by the past and present, and works towards the future, a career in fashion requires much more than being able to find the best deal on designer jeans, or recognize the D&G logo. Well, at least it used to.

In recent years, there have been more publically embarrassing moments in fashion than the hiring of dolt interns. Among these, Lindsay Lohan at Ungaro (cringe). The celebrity take over of fashion - of everything, really - has been well publicized. Actors used to get into music, musicians used to get into acting, and both would then cowrite an autobiography of their inspired experiences. But lately, collections have been shown by anyone who's anyone, with Justin Timberlake, Victoria Beckham, Gwen Stefani, and Sienna Miller all grabbing a piece. Oh, did I mention the Olsen twins? (I shouldn't have to. Any day now, we'll find out they've bought the Russian mafia.) Now I'm not saying that as designers, celebrities are always a bad fit, but the ease with which they manage to insert themselves into businesses makes it appear very DIY, the issue being that it promotes the idea that background isn't a necessity when pursuing a career.

So you want to be a singer? Don't worry about it, we have AutoTune to fix your voice. Not a problem, Chantal Kreviazuk and Kara DioGuardi can write all your songs for you!

Okay, I know you really want to design a fashion line... Just tell the illustrators what you want, and they'll draw it. If you need any help, the fashion forecasters will tell you what's going to be in next season. OH or you could just redo what Philo did last season... Philo... Phoebe Philo... At Celine? She does minimalism..? No, don't Wiki it, I'll call someone up.

Maybe there are some people that are okay with the overwhelming lack of talent and knowledge in many of the newcomers to various fields, but I'm not. Would you want to be defended by a lawyer who had not studied the precedents for your case? It's not even that people present with this deficiency, it's that they don't show any desire to change it. It's all about the quick fix, and sitting down to read about the history of design is not considered a component under that umbrella. As Madsen laments, "Words certainly have a daunting effect on the youngsters - at least when they appear in large quantities." Where fashion is a visually-driven business, the argument can be made that perhaps simply looking at the pictures is sufficient. And maybe it would be, if you already have the cultural foundation to properly analyze what you are seeing. Looking at Jean Paul Gaultier's F/W 2010 collection at Hermes, to take an obvious example, did you note the inspiration taken from The Avengers? Did you understand the message of Hussein Chalayan's S/S 1998 collection? Do you know what is meant by words like utilitarian, minimal, and nautical?

In order to think intelligently about fashion, to be able to look at something and understand what its purpose is, a certain degree of background is necessary. If you are not culturally informed, or are not educated in the jargon, this becomes increasingly difficult, and forces you to depend on others, thereby limiting them as well. You might scoff at this and say "Who bloody cares what the 'purpose' of it is... It's clothing! It looks nice, so you wear it, end of story" and that's all well and good if you're a corporate heavyweight, or a scientist, or a farmer. But if you are a member of the fashion industry, it is important.

Allow me to use an analogy. Those who read books often do so because they simply enjoy reading. Others are too lazy to read the book, so they go watch the movie instead. These two are equivalent to those who consume fashion on the surface level: if I like it, it's good. Then there are scholars, who read books and analyze them. They look for themes, motifs, and symbols, and all that stuff that you hated English class for. They write essays about the books, developing grandiose philosophies of life entirely based on the author's decision to use the word 'azure' instead of 'blue'. To the average person, things like word choice seem insignificant, and unworthy of much attention, but to the scholar, these small and insignificant things can be quite the opposite. The scholar is the equivalent of those who consume fashion on the semantic level: what does this piece/outfit/collection mean? If the difference still doesn't ring clear, please refer to that scene in The Devil Wears Prada.

In no way am I claiming to be a fashion genius. On the contrary, I only really became interested in fashion three years ago, and while I've learned a lot since then, I'm still not Tavi Gevinson. But I do read. I read DANSK, I read Vogue. I read foreign magazines, and get excited on the occasions when I remember enough of the language to actually understand it. I read books about the industry, I watch the fashion shows, I look at the evolutions of designers' styles over time. When lectures are less than entertaining, I sketch designs for my own yet-to-be-created collections, which I learn how to realize by reading about garment construction and design. Even though I'm not an all-knowing fashion guru, I respect the fact that knowledge is an integral part of the industry, and that is why I seek it out. So in the event that I some day apply for internship at DANSK, or Balmain, or wherever, I might be able to mount the legitimate claim that I would be an asset.

I suppose my point here is that fashion perceives itself as art. It's not materialistic, it's not just a bunch of people honing their own vanity, it's a sphere of intelligent, creative expression. Whether people outside fashion agree or disagree with this perception is of little or no consequence. So to all my fellow "19-year-old fashion wannabe dimwits," if you want to be in fashion, take it seriously and do the research. Or at least read the job description.

Peace, love, and floating,
Gill Ford

PS: DANSK Magazine is NOT looking for interns. In case you were one of the many who emailed them in response to the fake intern listing in the S/S 2010 issue.

19 October 2010

Confessions of a Slacker

It is to my complete and utter regret that I've been slacking in my contributions to the blog over the last few weeks. Unfortunately, this is one of many necessary sacrifices a university student has to make during the dreaded midterm exam period...


Thanks to the vigilance of a kind Danish reader, my attention has also been drawn to the absence of significant portions of my fashion week coverage. This includes posts from the tail end of New York and Paris, and all posts from London and Milan. I am baffled as to why they are not showing up, and I do not have the time to recreate them from scratch at the present time. Once exams settle down, I assure you this problem will be taken care of as quickly and efficiently as possible! Until then though, I would encourage you to check out style.com, style.it, and vogue.fr for the majority of the shows.


I hope everyone who was following fashion weeks enjoyed themselves, there were a lot of exquisite collections this season, and I will be doing a rundown of the top trends as soon as I've redone the mysteriously absent posts. What You Should Be Listening To will also have a new entry within the week.


I would also like to add to the Focus On... feature. Freja Beha Erichsen was the subject of investigation at the beginning of September, and judging by the view count on that one post, it was (and remains) extremely popular with readers. I'm not nearly vain enough to attribute this entirely to my literary talents, but I can only assume that there must be some reason for many of you returning again and again :). I've received one or two suggestions for new topics in the Focus On... feature, but I would love to get a better idea of what you all want to read about! Feel free to comment on this post, or fire off an email to notsoswedish.gmail.com. Topics that are most popular will be given higher authority, but I'll try to get to all of them at one point or another!


Peace, love, and floating,
Gill Ford

10 October 2010

Vicious, You Hit Me With A Flower

So it's been over a month since my last music post... story of how busy I've been lately that I've been replaying the same tracks over and over. I'll be doing a post on fashion week soundtracks in time, but until then, this is what I've been listening to:


1. Lou Reed - Vicious - 1973 (single) 


No introduction should be necessary for the main songwriter of the Velvet Underground (you might remember him, he was the singing fellow with the guitar most of the time?). But for those of you who are a little rusty on your music history, the Velvet Underground were formed on the Lower East Side in NYC, and went on to become one of the most influential rock groups this side of the 1950s. They were also associated with Mr. Andy Warhol himself, who managed and promoted the band.


'Vicious' was the third single from Lou Reed's second record, Transformer (the first was self-titled, which is really only justifiable if you're that good, in my opinion). The record was produced by David Bowie and Mick Ronson, so you know it's a good one (and if that doesn't convince you, Transformer is on numerous 'Greatest Albums of All Time' lists). The song, which I am/always have been in love with is quite literally about someone who is completely and utterly vicious. Okay, maybe not in a serial-killer-with-a-knife type vicious, but so vicious that they'd "hit [you] with a flower". Apparently, the line comes from the afore mentioned Warhol, who told Reed to write about someone who would do that sort of thing back before Reed quit the Velvet Underground. Whatever, it's a rad track. And in case anybody was wondering what the Gill Ford equivalents of Tom Cruise's 'Old Time Rock 'n Roll' are... 'Vicious' is one of them. (Expect more in the future. Gill Ford is a proud supporter of dancing in underwear and knee highs.)


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2. Primal Scream feat. Kate Moss - Some Velvet Morning - 2003 (single)
Okay, so I rewatched Balmain F/W 2010 a few weeks ago on Youtube, and Primal Scream's cover of the 1967 Lee Hazelwood and Nancy Sinatra song was part of the soundtrack the user had put over the original audio. I must admit, I had completely forgotten about Kate Moss's endeavours into music, this song included (which was, incidentally, her first time singing on a professional basis). The original is a classic, but if you're into the whole electro/house type stuff, this is a great cover.


Primal Scream are an alternative rock group from Glasgow (I know I was pushing some Glaswegian music last time, but you've gotta give credit where it's due). In 1992 I was only just starting to comprehend words, but people of older generations might remember the song 'Movin' On Up', which was fairly successful in America. Record-wise, Primal Scream has done pretty well in the UK, though singles haven't been quite on par, oddly enough. The cover of 'Some Velvet Morning' was originally released on the band's Evil Heat record in 2002, but was then rereleased as a single from their greatest hits compliation Dirty Hits in 2003.


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3. Cold War Kids - Hang Me Up To Dry - 2007 (single)
I'll finish off with another single, this one from an excellent indie rock band, which everyone should check out when they get the chance. 'Hang Me Up To Dry' is the third single off the Cold War Kids' first record, Robbers & Cowards (which is fantastic... seriously, go buy it). Looking into the deeper meaning of the song isn't required to enjoy the beat and riff of it, and there is definitely more than one interpretation of the lyrics. General consensus though? The poor boy has been torn limb from body by some girl and he just wants her to let him alone. At the same time, there's a sense that the two are addicted to the relationship: she can't stop hurting him, and he inevitably keeps going back to her afterwards, leading to one of those vicious circles that we all love to see on primetime television. I would encourage you all to have a look at the music video for the song as well.


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Peace, love, and floating,
Gill Ford

1 October 2010

I Could Rob You If I Want To

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Excellent day today, with Balenciaga opening strong with a drove of newbies and some of the biggest supers of them all (among them, Gisele, Stella, Caroline, and Amber). Ghesquière even gave five-months-preggers Miranda Kerr a walk out. I really took to the fencing theme at Demeulmeester, but what I was really waiting for was a long awaited dose of Balmainia. Daria opened the show (but of course), which was oh so very punk (which makes me wonder if the Think Punk editorial in Vogue Paris' October issue might be a tip of the hat to Mr. Decarnin?). Models were decked out in red, black, and white, with little holding the clothes together but safety pins. Carmen Kass showed up with her hair in an adorable pixie cut, which dropped my jaw (but seriously, it's Carmen Kass, she can pull off anything). Rick Owens put out a great showing as well, with a collection more structured and rigid than usual, but no less genius for the fact.


Peace, love, and floating,
Gill Ford

Photos courtesy of style.com, elleuk.com