#95: Near Death Experience
I nearly died when I saw the Ralph Lauren Spring 2010 runway show. Never have the creases and folds and inner workings of my brain been so closely represented on such a stage. That isn’t to say that I’m surprised it came from Ralph, considered my alma mater after working there all through college, but I certainly wasn’t expecting it. Bravo! Big kiss!
(All images from Style.com)
(Dust Bowl worker meets Diane Keaton in Manhattan)
A dazzling affluence of 1930’s inspirations from the men in the mines to the girls on the prairie to the gentleman working up in them tall city buildings. Fortunately for me, the collection reminds me that I needn’t reallocate my life’s savings to finance the distressed premium denim or sweet floral day dresses. But maybe I’ll be digging a little deeper in my own closets and trunks, or my own cerebellum, for some inspiration.
Hard-to-come-by women’s denim overalls, c. 1930’s/early 1940’s in the bluest of blue denim. Not a label in sight.
1930’s denim railroad worker’s jacket, no label. I picked this up for $20 from the original owner’s grandaughter.
To me, denim still feels very American. I wonder if the Ralph show will rehash the horrible trend of mass market prefab distressed euro-looking denim. But never mind that when one can find inspiration and take comfort in the real thing.