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[25 Aug 2009|12:53pm] |
This weekend was spent photographing this. I can't decide if I like it. I think I do. Photoshopping is required. Thoughts are appreciated.
| HAT LAURA MACKNESS | VEIL STYLIST'S OWN |
| SHOES ALEXANDER MCQUEEN | SCARF ERDEM | GLOVES YVES SAINT LAURENT RIVE GAUCHE | T-SHIRT AMERICAN APPAREL |
| HAT LAURA MACKNESS | VEIL STYLIST'S OWN | GLOVES ROKSANDA ILINCIC |
| SCARF ERDEM | DRESS (OLD) ANTONY PRICE | BRACELET ROKSANDA ILINCIC |
| VEST DANIELLE SCUTT | SKIRT (OLD) ANTONY PRICE | GLOVES YVES SAINT LAURENT RIVE GAUCHE |
| GLOVE AND SHOE YVES SAINT LAURENT RIVE GAUCHE |
Maybe it all looks a bit too much like a dodgy French New Wave album cover circa 1981. I can't really tell. I think I like it. Then again, I also have about 70 copies of The Face circa 1981-1985 and a hankering after as many issues of Façade as my meagre means can manage.
love,
Alex.
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[15 Apr 2009|08:25pm] |
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my life:
NO NO NONO NO NO NONO NO NO NONO THERE'S NO LIMITS!!!
for the record, my life ISN'T generally this. I mean you can hardly even see a single shoulderpad.
I need to write something sometime soon. Yeeeah?
in the meantime you should totally read this twitter thing because it's practically a cult. or maybe just a cunning stunt.
I'm never sure really what to say here. we'll see how it develops.
...and how are you all?
love,
Alex.
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| the sublime. |
[16 Mar 2009|03:45pm] |
alber elbaz par lanvin.
stefano pilati par yves saint laurent rive gauche.
THESE ARE THE ONLY THINGS THAT MATTER. THESE ARE THE ONLY THINGS ANYONE WILL WEAR. THIS AND THAT AND FINI.
balmain is a crass, empty, humourless pastiche next to this. true luxury. perfection in grey flannel. bias wrapping. a high heel and a tightened belt. one cannot afford to buy cheaply. the french art of perversion. really, this is what it is all about.
I wept. I don't often. the pure, unadulterated beauty. I can die happy after paris. it's wonderful that it can still do this.
love,
Alex.
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| 2008. |
[02 Jan 2009|09:07pm] |
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this is something of an institution now, I feel. depressing, right?
especially considering hollyoaks has now been my favourite tv programme for almost half a decade...
for the record...
2003
2004
2005
2006
2007
and naturally, here's 2008.
what did you do in 2008 that you'd never done before? covered london and paris fashion weeks. twice. quit a job I hated, got a job I loved. got a haircut that didn't make me scream and beat myself with horror (I dare say I actually liked it). wore lots and lots of margiela. achieved pretty much every goal I ever wanted and never ever realistically believed I could. lived happily ever after? oh, and bill FUCKING cunningham took my picture. which made my fashion week, in a very superficial way.
how did you see in the new year? if anyone has any idea, I'd appreciate you letting me know.
did you keep your new years' resolutions, and will you make more for next year? I spent more, that's for sure...
did someone close to you give birth? not to my knowledge. and it should stay that way. toilet duck nozzles are that shape for a reason:
 
p.s. god this is so vile.
did anyone close to you die?
been there, bought the t-shirt(s).
what countries did you visit? france. a few too many times for comfort. that's right, I'll be bitching about being sent to paris quite a lot. I never tire of looking a gift horse in the mouth.
what would you like to have in 2009 that you lacked in 2008? a fucking holiday. AND A GINGERBREAD HOUSE!
sweet as a nut, mate.
what date from 2008 will remain etched upon your memory, and why? february 13th, august 4th, september 19th, lundi 29 septembre a 18h30 le 104, halle aubervilliers 5 rue curial 75019 paris (m. crimée ou riquet)
what was your biggest achievement(s) of the year? I can't even think about it. everything. this year has been pretty amazing all around.
what was/were your biggest failure(s)? my time-keeping reached a new low. I actually managed to wake up five hours late one day. it's a gift.
did you suffer illness or injury? nothing that couldn't be solved with whiskey and lemsip. except the rampant alcoholism and narcotic dependency, I mean.
what was the best thing you bought? everything. I love it all. I cannot differentiate between the beautiful bounty I have heaped upon myself. unfortunately it may slide over onto my side of the bed and smother me in the night. but I've had a good innings.
whose behaviour merited celebration? alber elbaz par lanvin.
whose behaviour made you appalled and depressed? the cunts at the Food Standards Agency. THEY ARE BANNING BATTENBERG CAKE
  
THE GUARDIAN of all newspapers is leaping daily mail-style onto their soapbox in nationalistic defence of this great, grand sceptred isle's love of additive-laden superfoods. foods that are super not because of the benefit to your bones or spleen or that shit, but simply because they are supertasty. HOW IT SHOULD BE.
that cake may be pink and yellow thanks to an unruly combination of tartrazine, ponceau 4R, carmoisine, allura red and quinoline yellow. but the combination of love, guts and BRITISH PRIDE renders this lovable chunky of patriotism RED WHITE AND BLUUUUUE.
sorry I watched 'this is england' while eating a pot noodle and I think it addled my brain.
where did most of your money go? TO SHORE UP THE CRUMBLING ECONOMY. everyone should do their bit. mainly in selfridges&co.
what did you get really, really, really excited about? the gilmore girls.
compared to this time last year, are you:
i. happier or sadder? far happier.
ii. thinner or fatter? uh, paradoxically I'm probably fucking fatter.
iii. richer or poorer? hahaha.
what do you wish you'd done more of? SLEEPING.
what do you wish you'd done less of? moping around over boys like a proper dirty bummer.
how did you spend Christmas? pretending I was jewish.
did you fall in love in 2008? maybe a little, but in a good way..
how many one-night stands? more than I would have liked.
what was your favourite TV program? still hollyoaks.
do you hate anyone now that you didn't hate this time last year? no. I've sort of stopped hating people. even christophe decarnin at balmain isn't boiling my vitriol anymore.
what was the best book you read? I'm now wondering if I actually read a new book in 2008. depressing.
what was your greatest musical discovery? heartbreak and kap bambino. utterly.
what did you want and get? everything.
what did you want and not get? nothing of consequence.
what music will you remember from this year? rihanna at galliano, lcd soundsystem at yves saint laurent, this charming man at alexander mcqueen. god, I'm too fucking fashion for words.
what did you do on your birthday, and how old were you? I was fourteen and we had cake. let the confusion commence...
what one thing would have made your year immeasurably more satisfying? sexual relations with either johnny langer or quentin delafon. or a thom browne suit without the seemingly necessary financial limb-loss.
how would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2008? subtly schizophrenic, sweetheart.
what kept you sane? the megalolz.
which celebrity/public figure did you fancy the most?
most of the guantanamo bay inmates. what can I say, I have a thing for swarthy men with starved physiques and big noses.
what political issue stirred you the most? please see the above.
who do you miss? penny.
who was the best new person you met? antony mother fucking price.
tell us a valuable life lesson you learned in 2008: five things not to say in a gay bar:
1. well, fuck me.
2. bottoms up.
3. toss your for the next round.
4. can I bum a fag?
5. will you push my stool in?
quote a song lyric that sums up your year: we've only just begun.
happy new year cuntbags.
love,
Alex.
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| home. ohs. |
[23 Dec 2008|06:13pm] |
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some stupid fucking CHRISTMAS SONG JESUS CHRIST YOU HAVE A LOT TO ANSWER FOR. |
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well, I am homeward bound. just like those fucking stupid rats. or dogs, or whatever the hell they were. as if I've ever even seen that film. seriously, I watched watership down as a child and was so hideously scarred by the horror of it that I've stayed well away from any kind of animal-orientated wholesome family viewing ever since. just so you know.
so yes, I am on my way back to the north. originally, the plan was for six days. please bear in mind last year I lasted thirty-six hours, so this was always optimistic. I've cut it short to four already, god knows when I will actually return.
this time I am gracing the wonder of peachy nan with my presence. after the popes little contre temps with the fagz, I have a horrible suspicion that BOY FAGBASHED TO DEATH BY OWN NAN is a distinct red-top headline possibility this yuletide.
then again, it's pretty much my own fault if I insist on going home in a fleshy margiela body and this beauty:
A KNITTED FOX. AMAZING. actually, mine is knitted INTO the neck of a cardigan. even better. they have the plastic skulls and eyes taxidermists use, so they are kind of creepily lifelike. and still chic.
so, it was my birthday, as so few noticed. AND RIGHTLY SO. my true age is subtly veiled in mystery, my passport is well hidden and pretty much every age is slightly inaccurate. I'm not quite sure where this came from, but all of a sudden I came to the realisation that I AM DYING AND I WILL NOT HAVE PEOPLE COUNT DOWN TO DOOMSDAY ON ME.
at the same time, at least I got presents. the pick of the bunch?
kaiser karl diet book. I AM LOSING 14 STONE IN A DAY WITH THIS BABY.
celine dion mug. HOW CAN'T THIS BE GREAT, SERIOUSLY! also pls be respecting my imitation 'infinity' bendy card backdrop.
PRINCESS DIANA 1982 OFFICIAL ROYAL WEDDING DOLL ARGH ARGH ARGH
YEAH OFFICIALLY THE BEST THING EVER.
COMPLETE with 2.5 FOOT train, oversized nose and wistful expression. probably because she has been consoling AIDS victims and blowing up landmines.. she is perched alongside cher, dolly et al on my shelf of shite.
anyway, this deserves far more attention than I am able or willing to give it right now. and FYI I am definitely becoming a hasidic jew after this. circumcision or no circumcision, it'll be worth it to never ever have to think, talk or HEAR about your 'christmas' EVER AGAIN you heathen bastards.
happy hanukkah.
love,
Alex.
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| ARGH ARGH ARGH ARGH ARGH |
[09 Dec 2008|12:52pm] |
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I ACTUALLY SCREAMED SCREAMED FOR JOY PURE UNADULTERATED JOY WHEN I SAW THIS AND THEN FLAGELLATED MY FRIENDS UNTIL THEY STUMPED UP ENOUGH COLD HARD CASH FOR ME TO BUY IT IMMMMMMEDIATELY
PRINCESS STÉPHANIE DE MONACO ON THE COVER OF PARIS VOGUE. AGAIN. WHERE SHE BELONGS.
I am uncertain who amongst you knows/can POSSIBLY appreciate the depth of my obsession with princess stéphanie. I love her. I love everything about her. I loved her role as muse to the leaden couture collections concocted by marc bohan for a lacklustre dior haute couture in the early 1980s, I loved her own swimwear range 'pool position', I love and OWN several examples of her italodisco recording prowess following the bestselling (but not really) single 'ouragan/irresistible'. I know all the words to both versions. and to the anglais/français extended le disco mix that was the backing track to that white wedding dress finale of spring 2001 balenciaga le dix (when it was still 'le dix'. aaah). I also hunted down a version of besoin, her debut never-released-on-CD LP.
we are experiencing a definite stéphanie moment. loewe, headed by the wonderful, wonderful stuart vevers (formerly of WHERE ELSE but bottega veneta, crafter of my hideous lurpack-yellow shearling sack of a messenger bag that hangs at kneeee level), were inspired by stéphanie for their spring 2009 collection. the result? £10k SOLID GOLD skirts and military jackets, patchworked snakeskin bags suspended from wonderfully vulgar globules of strung brass naval buttons, shiny shiny super-camp leather bondage caps courtesy of stephen jones, and THE DEFINITIVE chiffon blouse, padded 'n' piped to within an inch of its 1980-me life.
buy it. buy everything. live like a princess.
love,
Alex
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| not dead yet. |
[03 Dec 2008|09:10pm] |
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this has taken way way way way way way way too long. and now there are far too many things to say and not enough time or space to say them.
a picture says a thousand words, right? so I supppppppose here's five thousand or so. that do you?
my hair has gone and I can now see. those glasses are FOR REAL. actually terry richardson ones given out at the terryworld exhibition and kindly fag-snagged for me by one of my homo friends (he was rewarded with sexing so really, it wasn't such a loss for him)
anyway, yeah, grrrrreat. fags make passes at fags with glasses. I have the lovebites to prove it you guys gays.
so, I'm fashion director at SHOWstudio. essentially, it means I get to look at frocks all day and then write nasty things about them. at least, that's my succinct summary. what it actually entails is seventy-something hour weeks (but now only at one place), long shoots, fashion weeks, lots of meetings and getting to do what I always dreamed of. my project on antony price launches next week (who else was I going to start with, really?). last week I was at his house, leafing through sketches including original drawings for just about all of roxy music's artwork. the weekend before I was styling a shoot with this - and dancing around in it a little bit at home. there I am with a balenciaga solar panel dress.
and here I am with a kaiser karl bag. yeah, it's great. alas, not mine. YET.
in a sense, this also leads me to prattle a bit about my new stuff. I can't even begin to list the shit I have bought. there's far too much. I'll do something about it all soon, but essentially, I am a financial miscreant. I can't be trusted with more than twenty quid. or even twenty quid if there's a sample sale in the vicinity. which, god bless the credit crunch whichIstillbelieveCATAGORICALLYwasnotisnotwillnotbereallyrealdonotgetmestarteduntilyou'vereadbaudrillard seems to be every day. tomorrow is mcqueen. get in my way and I will willingly donkeypunch you.
on a semi-similar note:
CLLLLLLAUDIA FOR YSL!
she was at the show in pariche (darlings) and I didn't put two and two together until I got this little treat in my inbox. I think generalement that she looks like un chien de pug (slash de fug) but shag me senseless here she looks INCREDIBLE. it's kind of leni riefenstahl but that's not such a bad thing. triumph of the will. or perhaps triumph of the bill when I've shelled out for 8 or 9k of dropped-crotch nonsense courtesy of signor stefano (see what I mean about my financial predicament?)
finally... download THIS:
HEARTBREAK / ROBOT'S GOT THE FEELING
ARGH SERIOUSLY TAKE THE TIME TO CLICK AND DOWNLOAD YOU FAGGOTS THIS IS THE BEST THING YOU WILL EVER HEAR IN YOUR LIFE EVER. RIP OUR YOUR EARDRUMS AFTER LISTENING FOR TRULY IT DOES NOT GET BETTER AND NOTHING SHOULD SULLY THE ABSOLUTE, UTTER PERFECTION OF THIS MAAAAAASTERPIECE.
yeah, it's good. I saw them in milan at the weekend. where I stayed with the milan boy (from way back when) and it was some kind of wonderful. holly jolly holidays and all that shit. at this rate I'll probably next update in about 2026.
love,
Alex.
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| enjoy the silence? |
[03 Aug 2008|04:15pm] |
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heartbreaker you got the best of me |
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here's a question: would you rather jump, or be pushed?
I've spent pretty much all of my life being pushed. I think it's about time to jump.
life is indeed beautiful. more is coming. I promise.
love,
Alex.
edit:
Alexander Fury is Fashion Director of SHOWstudio. Following his Foundation at Manchester Metropolitan University, Alex studied Fashion History and Theory at Central Saint Martin's in London. In 2006 and 2007, Alex acted as associate curator on the exhibition ‘Princess Line – The Fashion Legacy of Princess Margaret’ at Kensington Royal Palace. Since summer 2007 he has worked on research development with fashion designer Marios Schwab and also contributes as journalist to a number of independent magazines, websites and newspapers.
ain't it the truth.
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| parisian perfection |
[04 Mar 2008|03:57pm] |
lanvin
alexander mcqueen
JOHN GALLLLIANO
it was wonderful to be a city dedicated to absolute, unabashed beauty in all its forms.
one of the single most incredible experiences of my entire life. I will never ever forget it.
more soon. ish.
love,
Alex.
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