Tuesday, August 7, 2012

All Dressed Up and Nowhere to Glow

Chanel's "Obsession:" Binding or Just Bipolar?

Obsession. We all have had an infatuation with something in our lives. Even the smallest obsessions can take control of our emotions, body and mind. Chanel's latest video "Obsession," featuring model Edie Campbell, leaves a feel-good sentiment behind with the iconic fashions shown through her segmented personas. The wall of mirrors and constantly changing styles, drawn together with Edie's longing gazes at her reflection, leave an adventurous feeling lingering on after the short sequence. Maybe it's just my own interpretation, but I feel like Edie's ensembles and smoldering smokey eyes  show her lusting over herself with an in-control attitude. The brilliant minds of Refinery29 were just as perplexed and pondered the ad as "bipolar chic," but were in touch with the stellar wardrobe in their opinion on the new ad. She walks with such confidence and that in itself is a beautiful things for any woman, even the expected stunning supermodel type!

All women should be able to look at themselves in the mirror, even for a minute, and feel obsessed at one point in their life. Whether it's because of that amazing color in your eyes or the fact that you were able to master that difficult eye makeup tutorial you've been craving without looking like a performer in Cirque du Soleil, be proud of your own gaze and try giving yourself a seductive smolder or two; you may leave yourself blushing. Embrace the woman you are for every curve, beauty mark and feature. I know I absolutely misunderstood this video, but maybe it's for the better. Take your own interpretation of Chanel's "Obsession."


Elaborate and abstract fashion ads are what the industry needs more of. I like seeing an ad that provokes my imagination and strikes new levels of aesthetic beauty or even complete chaos. I truly wish there were more designer ads and short films coming out more frequently. Gather some inspirations from a few of my favorites. Especially Zooey Deschanel (known for her band She & Him, her role on the Fox sitcom "New Girl" and her success on website HelloGiggles.com) in her the witty Oliver People's film "Catch a Tuesday." Deschanel is my personal style icon. Creepy Fact: If she happened to live in Miami I swear we'd be decent friends... really.



Cartier ads influenced a ton of buzz around the Perry Ellis office when we were talking about campaign strategies for the Rafaella brand. Check them out!


Sunday, August 5, 2012

DIY: Ombre Rhinestone Earrings


Hola, ombre! I love the ombre look but this DIY took an inspired spin. For someone who wants to follow the trend without the risk bleaching your locks or the  hours sponging your nails to perfection, this project may be just your thrill.

I've been out of the blogging world for awhile and took a long hiatus while interning at Perry Ellis. I'm taking advantage of my semester downtime to spoil my craft collection with attention. Of the many projects to come this week, ombre earrings are a winning piece to add to your Saturday night look. 

What You'll Need:

  • One piece of metal chain. I used a strand from Blue Moon Beads found at Joann's Fabrics. 
  • Needle nose pliers 
  • Four small jump rings 
  • Wire (34 gauge wire works fine)
  • Two fish hook earrings
  • One strand of rhinestone (mine was upcycled from an old elastic rhinestone bracelet)
  • 18 kt. Krylon Golf Leafing Pen 

Step 1: Using the wire-cutting part of the pliers cut 10 pieces of metal chain.  There should be five sizes from short to long for each earring. Hold the pieces next to one another when cutting to make sure the pieces are even. Cut to your heart's desire! 
Step 2: Take your medium sized jump ring and slide the five pieces of medal chain on the ring in order of size.  Take the opening of the jump ring and slide the fishhook earring onto the ring. To secure the earring take your needle nose pliers and using the narrow part, push the jump ring together to tighten the circle. To make sure the ring doesn't come loose push the jump ring together. This may make and indention in the metal but it won't be noticeable. 

Step 3: Now for the sparkle: take the strand of rhinestones (I recommend a strand of at least 8-10 to cut from) and cut leaving however many you would like hanging. Take the wire and wrap around the top bracket between the highest two stones on the strand. Leave about1 1/2- 2 inches of wire on each side. You're going to need this. 
Step 4: Take a small jump ring and wrap the excess wire around it. It doesn't have  to be beautiful, just secure. I like to wrap the two strands together when I'm done securing the wire around the jump ring. Once complete open the jump ring just enough to place it onto the earring. Place the jump ring next to the smallest strand of chain. This sounds more confusing than it is but look at the photo on the next step. 

Step 5: Fool's gold: Take your Krylon Gold leafing pen and begin to press down on the metal chains. To get the ombre look leave a few centimeters of silver on the top and find an only paint the bottom half of the chains. Make this part even across to give it a clean cut look.  
Step 6: Let it dry! It should only take a few minutes but let it sit for at least 15 or 20. When you are finished the chains may stick together and can be easily pulled apart. 


Voila! 

Step 7: Wear them! Dress up your best LBD with a little two-toned love. Remember to share your success in the comments! 

xo 

Saturday, August 4, 2012

An Open Letter to the Crop Tops of the World

Dear crop tops,


When I say things I do it in the nicest possible way; it's in my nature to be a sugar coater. There has been something I've had on my chest since your recent revolution: it's not me, it's you. 


College students majoring in communications already have bought and marked a road map for a bleak financial future. Although 80 percent of my retail paycheck pours into my wardrobe, I don't know how comfortable I feel about using my chump change to buy a top that should belong to my four year-old nephew. The only thing missing from your design is a printed picture of Spongebob Squarepants. The millimeters of (generally thin) cloth used to mostly cover women's breast (since that's as far down as you tend to go) could be used for a baby blanket or perhaps a sock, but a shirt? 


Your supporters flock from store to store to find you, but I may be one of the only shoppers dreading the crop top find. When I'm sorting through the racks looking for decent basics you are the last piece of fabric I'm willing to fashion. Some say you are a summer fashion "staple." Unless you return the half of the shirt I paid for to be stapled to your minuscule hem, I can't say I agree. 


I'm not a ridiculously small girl, I'm a real woman. I've never been a size 0 and frankly, I don't understand what a size 0 is. As Heidi Klum had said in an interview “It means a person is not there, no? It makes no sense.” My view on size should be a precursor to what I'm about to say. Women like me who aren't stick skinny should please not take offense when I say that some people should stay away from you, crop tops, they really should. There is nothing worse than seeing a beautiful girl wear you thinking the stomach out look is cute or sexy, when in 90 percent of the cases it's just unflattering. Muffin tops and belly bulge are members of your entourage and it's time to cut the cord and get covered. Please find the decade you came from.  





With love,


Jillian

Tuesday, May 15, 2012

Inspiration in Every Thread as a Fashion Intern


Unsure of whether I’d be running laps around the coffee machine or hanging clothes for hours straight, I woke up last Monday with a spark of anticipation. After two hours of piecing together the perfect outfit for a first day, just to tear it off and start over again I was finally ready. It was the official start date of my internship at Perry Ellis and I was ready for anything.

Checking my make up like a manic pageant queen and tapping my hands to the rhythm of my “girl power” playlist it wasn’t long before I had to force myself to step out of the car, walk into the expansive building and try to not trip while climbing the billowing and unfriendly staircase. In the lobby I sat poised, but inside my head was spinning with petty questions about how to appear. Do I try to look busy? If I smile too much is it creepy? I hope I don’t look creepy. Did that girl just size me up? I knew I shouldn’t have worn these shoes. I hate these shoes.  My mind was in a ping pong match jumping back and forth; anything was fair game.

Orientation began and when it came time to introduce myself no sound had exited my already gapping mouth. I coughed loudly to clear my throat and a discordant, hoarse tone came out of my throat. “My name is Jillian and I will be a Creative Services and Marketing intern,” I managed to squeak. The only intern of this orientation, I relented my ill shyness and subdued into my rolling desk chair, still smiling.

Following the orientation I stood in a line of eight new employees waiting to get their picture taken. I passively let others shuffle in front of me and hand in their paperwork while I nervously fished in my satchel for my Hello Kitty compact. Image was important to me and although there wasn’t a high demand for employees to scout out the meager intern’s employee webpage, I tried to look my best.

One by one the newly oriented staff filed off to lunch and found their place at Perry Ellis. Still out of place and unsure of what to expect I did what I was told and stayed put. It was only minutes after that my supervisor made her way to the lobby, treated me to lunch and took me upstairs to the creative department. It was in this moment that I knew I was exactly where I needed to be.

As a person who has shuffled around majors and has wanted as many careers as a Barbie Doll, the marketing department looks like the cherry on top of scoops and scoops of past ambitions and dreams. Even in the darkest parts where the graphic designers shun the light to compare the hues of pantones, there was a certain lightness to the creative department. An exhilarating midst of clarity, energy and promise accompanied its colorful garment racks and art adorned cubicles. If I had yet to find the direction or idea of where I wanted to be, every answer I wanted was on that second floor.

People laugh when I say I want to be in fashion. People sign when I say I want to move to New York. People roll their eyes when I say that I think I have the potential to do great things in a creative environment. On this day there was no banter, no sighing, no attitudes; the only thing that made a difference on this day was the invisible tap on my back and my mind saying this is right, this feels right. Sometimes affirmations are more inspiring than affirming.

I can’t stop the war with clothing. I can’t fix the economy with blazers. I may not be able to feed a country with a peplum skirt. What I can do is live my passion and emit as much creativity and beauty into the world as possible, and I’m perfectly content with that.