001; uhu gareth pugh!

so, i've had livejournal(z) for a while, but since they're more a vehicle for my teen angst as opposed to how hideous i think paisley is, i thought i'd make a blog. about things that are close to my heart, like fashion and music and literature and gossip magazines. a real blog. a real blog means you bitch about other things as opposed to yourself! i know, you learn something new every day.

i think what made me decide to start this was looking at gareth pugh's spring '07 collection. as i sat drinking tea (wow! tea! i know, aren't i a real class act!) and chain smoking my way through a pack of pall malls, i went through it and mind = blown. gareth pugh is everything right about fashion. gareth pugh is everything right about art. gareth pugh is everything right about skinny white guys who are pretentious in a good way. i think what i'm trying to say is that gareth pugh is the bono of fashion, in the sense that he is helping to make the world a better place . he's not like bono in the sense that he's not an arrogant fuck who's released the same three songs (vertigo, beautiful day & whatever that roof top song is) incessantly over the last thirty years under different names. and gareth pugh doesn't need glasses to be awesome! gareth pugh probably willingly stares directly at the sun and the sun just backs off because otherwise it won't be able to see anymore awesome collections.

so, uh, as i was saying. gareth pugh's life just revolves around design. he's never sold a piece despite being a little fashion darling and he basically lives in poverty, using all of the money he makes from shiny happy press to make more clothes! plus all of the awesome things that he smothers models' faces in. none of his designs could ever be commercially successful (though in his latest collection there is a slight spattering of marketable and wearable pieces) but he doesn't stop. it's like he slaves away in a laboratory melting down household chemicals and linoleum to make wonderful drugs to inhale with your eyes. and immediately after you've inhaled/snorted/injected/licked like a cane toad his creations you embark on a glorious hallucination where you're king of a futuristic england or, in the case of the picture on the right, a goth trapped in a mirror factory. either way the fucking time, skill, love and sparkles gone into that piece is paralysing and i am deeply madly in love, despite the paralysis. i don't need limbs or facial expressions to communicate how i feel about gareth pugh! for future reference: one blink means hate it, two blinks means love it, three blinks means i need another smoke.

i'd give all my money to gareth pugh if i didn't need it to buy some new tights. fucking ladders.

gareth pugh spring '07 ready to wear collection @ style.com.