August 5, 2009
library finds – 05-08-09
For Library Finds, I take a few books out of the library and share with you a photo of one spread or perhaps a random excerpt with brief comments of my own.
Vogue: Even More Dash Than Cash
I have picked this one up a million times, attracted by the terrific title, but never actually took it out for closer inspection. Besides gorgeous photos from the height of the supermodel era, and a few very dated takes on archetypes (see below, “The Dance Girl”), it still offers useful advice that stands the test of time. This is probably because it came from an era that celebrated healthy, independent strong women.
That Vogue: Even More Dash Than Cash talks about tackling the wardrobe problem in terms of budget, in an era before fast, cheap trends were as ubiquitous as they are now, particularly appeals to me. The emphasis on quality, attitude, and improvisation is refreshing rather than the modern obsession with sales, knock-offs and cheap stuff.
The idea that you need plenty of money to look distinctive is an outdated concept. There are advantages in a small budget. It forces you to be disciplined, to think hard about how much you really need each article you buy. A large wardrobe can be more of a hindrance than a help; the wider the choice, the harder it is to establish a consistent style. Wearing different clothes every day is not a sign of being well dressed.
Besides one course in university, I am entirely self taught on the Adobe Suite. Its interesting to see I have arrived at the same techniques as some other illustrators but of course there is a million different ways to use these incredibly versatile tools, and its fascinating and fun to try new stuff out. This book has brief tutorials and examples from many contemporary fashion illustrators, focusing more on creative work rather than technical or croquis.
The Way We Wore: A Life In Threads
by Robert Elms
This is another sartorial life story, this time an autobiography. British street style with a playlist to match… planning on filling up the iPod this weekend and taking it on the bus with me.
… He said, “You’ve got to come and see this band, they’re fucking terrible but somehow they’re fucking brilliant.” I remember the words exactly because they were exactly right. Much of the audience at early punk gigs was made up of people whose musical taste, like mine, was towards well-made, well-played funk records and a bit of highly polished glam dance from Bowie and Roxy. Most of them rarely went to see bands at all, and some of them weren’t particularly into music. They were drawn into the Sex Pistols and the Clash and all the rest of the emerging gang by the way they looked and the attitude their attire embodies. It was the almost narcotic pull of their shocking glamour which drew you in. The barbaric howl took some time to tune into.