Director/Creative Director/Stylist/Writer/ founder of LADY Magazine and @ladyworld.tv
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This morning I was reading in my room and this sax player, who occasionally materializes below us on the street, played and made the most beautiful morning for everyone within ear shot. What are you giving the world today?
Jimmy Kimmel's straight between the eyes answer to the slithery Senator Bill Cassidy this morning about Cassidy's evil attempt to repeal the Affordable Care Act. Who doesn't want everyone's kids to be safe for god's sake??Jeesh. Who is as sick as I am of the selfish assholes in the GOP? Ok, so call your senators, again, as they seem happy to waste our time with this crap. Bring us Single Payer!!
To hell with them.
Glenda Jackson in the new Burberry Campaign. Isn't she beautiful? I have wanted to be a wry and handsome British woman of certain age wearing a Burberry raincoat since I was introduced to Upstairs, Downstairs, Masterpiece Theater et al (age ten).
I am getting there in all categories less the British part. @burberry nicely done.
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Director Katherine Bigelow photographed by @jmontbarron
Who makes you laugh? Stick with them.
Diane Keaton and Woody Allen in Annie Hall
It's weird how memory works. It can be so unreliable sometimes and then there are the days scarified into us... I hate 9/11. A paged turned that day. I can't stand the sound of helicopters, I hate that these images remind me of holding my beautiful son, on the most beautiful day, in our beautiful apartment in the village, my oldest brother rushing to keep me company, my younger brother and his wife and kids, racing to get over the bridge back to their houses from day care before the city shut down all access in or out. Our friend Ray, racing by us on 10th street to get his car, to drive his wife and new baby away from the horrible caustic smoke filling downtown. He shouted over his shoulder "I am getting them out. Go Susan, get out of here."
I can understand how people live through wars not wanting to talk about it. It's too much. There is so much in the sorrow, of things huge and things so tiny and personal. For me it is a stream:
Velvet chair News flash
The scene on 5th Avenue from my windows
The sirens of doomed responders. Heroes. How big and empty the apartment felt alone with Boomer there, Terrified.
But mostly, still hot on me now in 2017, the tiny tight grip of my one year old baby. As we stood in the parlor floor window. As we raced to the market for supplies. My dad said from quiet September Chappaquick, get the baby everything he needs, get water, get food.
So I did. More good soldier, then good mother, following orders. I ran with him in my arms, east down 10th street, past people standing in the street crying, holding each other, looking South, and as I took the turn, Boomer and I both looked where they were all looking, just in time to see the second elegant tower give up. It still staggers me.
God I hate this day. But I love you New York. You I will defend to the death.
I also want to remind everyone that our lives are all tied together by that feeling of a tiny hand holding on. That is our ultimate connection. We have all been through too much together to not work out our differences with more dignity. Maybe today's the day we shift a bit, elevate the view, for the collective good of all of us. #9/11 #iny
I am definitely a dreamer. Aren't you?
Raf you can turn up in any Atelier. You just name it and we are going to be there. Gorgeous sweep my favorite feature of your collection...
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September Issue: In thinking about big turns the road, paths to take and or leave, my perennial September-is-now-boiling existential fashion crisis is progressing right on schedule.
As I spend most days battling my personal chunk of our collective anxiety while taking baby steps towards a new project, I have settled on this as a stylistic starting point. I know we have seen it, but hear me out. That there is at the center a glorious, sensual creature, brilliant and half my age, is a teeny distracting, so let's set that bit aside for the moment and discuss what one can possess here if one is just a regular lady trying to get out of her regular old house in the a.m.
The anchor, a men's shirt. How democratic. Pressed professionally though and starched crisp. Less democratic but a modest luxury comparatively. I believe I have this shirt, if not, it's very attainable at any charity shop in a fancy neighborhood. (Note: Fancy neighborhood=fancy donated men's business attire of an era. Try not to think about why.)
The earrings and necklace, 20th Mexican silver. Oh the research on that! Then there is the challenge of the coif. The groomed, intentional yet provincial, plaited hair band, over her charmingly ferocious, expression, excellent. I have a ferocious expression all the time at the moment, so that's a lemonade stand. Then there is perhaps a lip. I think there is a lip, right? Much is made of Frida's mustache, but I think she liked a painted lip too. Also, easy.
As I am writing this I am recalling I spent a year or so in Frida K. territory in the early 90's after reading her biography, but that was more the embroidered shawl and Lacey cotton dress Frida. This is not that Frida. This is the fluid Frida. The political Frida. Her left leaning, Trotsky hostessing intensity makes me happy. She looks beautiful but so no bullshit.
I realize this is escapist and trivial. But what else have we got? I have Resist bot on permanent payroll and we spend our evenings swimming in a municipal pool to get the edge off. One has to have a little fat somewhere.
What about you? What is your September Issue?
Rg from @jamezbasora
The only positive of this situation is seeing the American people jump up to defend one another against these monsters. Please text 50409 the word RESiST. Then resist bot will help you connect to your senators and congress people. #dreamers
Labor Day: I am perennially anxious on Labor Day. First it was the looming and dreaded return to school and wearing clothes again after a summer in a swim suit and bare feet. In my 30's and early 40's when I was designing clothes, this time of year was the end run to the start of fashion week. I know fashion week is a glorious, visually exciting carnival, arriving to town and entertaining with the carnies all dressed for show and parties. But for the designers, from houses of all sizes, it is dirty blazing race, blinders on, in the zone, thrashing through the last weeks of preparing the collection, that will never ever be finished exactly as one envisions. It is when the design teams are deep, deep into the work, and the path of what it can be is so clear, but the boiling hot lava game of expense, staff limits and too little time are all breathing heat on a very human and handicapped race to the finish line.
I woke up today feeling slightly ill and anxious, and I know it is seasonal PTSD. I am thinking about that pace and sending all my love to my pals in that line of work. I have been thinking of all of you lately, how much a beautiful dress or something that we slide our naked bodies into, into your oh so encouraging view of us, how that is a tiny, loving flint upon which we can spark ourselves. Clothes are not just props for show ponies, they are the equipment with which we state our purpose in life. So thank you makers... I am thinking of your labors today.
Above is a photo from my labor of love for the past few years, @ladytv_ . This is a photo from a little spy thriller I made with @arnold_daniel driving around LA, playing pretending games with a tiny team. #labor@lanvinofficial vintage dress from @timelessvixen#nyfw
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Love is a Labor Day tomato sandwich.
Playing at Bauhaus. Lola Kirke photographed for Kinfolk Magazine by Katie McCurdy.Styling by me....
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David Byrne photographed for L'Uomo Vogue by Michel Comte.
I was there. Very young and just beginning my working life, having fallen accidentally into being a stylist. David arrived alone and I gave him a tee shirt to wear with his jeans and rolled up his sleeves. He seemed sad, which turned out to be the case. His sister in law, the beautiful Tina Chow, had just died after a long very public struggle with AIDS. That baby elephant, who had lots of reasons to be sad too, as she stood on the wrong continent, without her mama, on a sound stage in Hollywood, the property of a trainer and a trailer full of hay her home, just took him in, a fellow creature, ultimately also defenseless to life . She looked at him and softly reached out and nuzzled him so lovingly. Compassion is such an instinct for some creatures isn't it? I always hesitate when people ask me what I do, because although I have handled thousands of beautiful things, frocks, suits, jewels, none of them matter. What matters is the magic of moments like this, that appear in rare, extra ordinary circumstances and that is what I carry forward. One has to be very quiet and stand back to see it, but they are there. The photo is just the package we keep it in and I am just lucky to be a fly on the wall.
Anyway, this is a pin in the journey of a life lived. #davidbyrne#flyonthewall#michelcomte#susanwingetwork
In the Note the Date catagory, I find myself posting a photo of Taylor Swift. This is a surprise to me because although I am sure she is lovely, she is not my jam ordinarily. Not my generation.Too much a good girl, too shiny, too commercial, too girly. There is not enough complexity or dirt in her work to attract my dark mooned soul.
However, today I am putting her at the top of my list of message senders as she has won her case against David Mueller, a radio DJ who groped her ass under her skirt as they stood for a photo op after she appeared on his show. For any woman walking and breathing this a teeny tiny triumph. We all know this event, so much it takes a bit to pull them into clear, distinct events in our memories. It is daily, utterly common and I am a middle aged mom and it still happens. Especially because Taylor is sort of the poster child of good girls with lovely manners, this is important. I am a very big fan of manners and promote with @ladytv_ their life softening effects on the barbarism of modern life. But the down side of the training that gives us manners is we can lose the natural instinct to loud and immediate reaction to unwanted touch or being publicly aggressed, burying the assault under a pile of awkwardness, embarrassment and composure. Have you read the accounts of this event? Mueller's attorney showed the photos from the moment in question in court and said "see for yourself, does her expression look like she is being assaulted?" Which made me want to assault him. We keep a pretty face at all costs and we don't make waves because we are taught that this is the way we handle things politely, discreetly, and life rewards this behavior in us. We are the "lovely girls" when we play this way. But this is crap and fuck being a "lovely". I am thinking today about that scene in Tootsie (yes it is one of my favorite movies) when Dustin Hoffman, playing the part of Dorothy the hospital administrator prescribes that the nursing staff should all be equipped with "electric cattle prods" to defend themselves against the unwanted touches from a lecherous doctor. So who knew this would happen, I am apparently a Taylor Swift fan. #taylorswift
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Count down: remember when you knew school was starting and you should do your AP English that you had all summer to do and go to bed early and get on a routine before the first day, but you just couldn't do it? That is still a thing.