Showing posts with label Maison Martin Margiela. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Maison Martin Margiela. Show all posts

Wednesday, 7 October 2009

Here comes the bride....


Well not quite, but when (and if) I do wed ill be wearing this Maison Martin Margiela Veil (favoring the white polka dots), Its a beaut. I spotted it in the 17th issue (aw09) of AnOther Magazine, one of the greatest ever! This is a super duper issue, loads of really interesting stuff it it. Its really good if you like reading lots of different stories and articles about a range of things. The piece about Gomorrah!?!?!omg, under police protection and in hiding for seven years then the one day your like 'yeah I can handle it, no body is after me anymore' BANG BANG. you dead. Yeah, messy. What I just told you wont ruin the movie or anything, thats what happen to someone is the real Gomorrah, actually the gangs real name in Camorra. Its really worth a watch. Anyway this has gone so off the subject....the veil! Yes! Le voile exquis. Da dum da dum... (isle song) love it. Sorry about the quality of the ones shot with my phone... : )


Thursday, 30 July 2009

‘Mat, SatinĂ©, Brillant’

As a flu bug stuck in the house I couldn't help but wish I could morph it into a clinical white heaven, similar to the likes of the Maison Martin Margiela exhibition that happen back in april in Millan/the original in Paris. Its introduces his concepts of interior design through the instillation 'Mat, Satine, Brillant' . Its a exact reproduction of the b-e-a-utiful interior design workshop in the Paris head quarters. Where all the magic happens. I'm feeling a bit drowsy so the length of detail in this post is limited, I'm just fantasying about my heros 'pad' and how I'm so so sure I'd feel on top of the world if I could be dropped in there. Pretty amazing to be able to just double a place, one in Paris, one in Millan (bring it to my living room?). Its interesting to see how and where the genius works I LOVE HIMMMM. It has a similar feeling/mood to my ma and step pops works, the whole family are big fans of his, (but not in a creepy way)... the old but new thing, dirty but clean, worn to the bone but pristine. I'm blabbing... all I know is I have a head ache and I'm sure I wouldn't if I was there. Someone?!?! Private jet you wana lend me?? Time Machine too??