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"A New Elegance" | Jil Sander Fall 2012/13

Beautiful modern sportswear at Raf Simon's final collection for Jil Sander.
On the catwalk, women dressed in robe dresses and enveloping coats that are reminiscent of the 50s Dior models; little dresses with leather inserts on the bust that bring to mind Yves Saint Laurent; and, finally, corolla trench coats with maxi belts that resemble haute couture sketches. A collection that starts out sweetly and slowly gains in fullness, texture, and seduction: strapless dresses with cuts, inserts, and draped fabrics that shape geometric figures and confer balance, purity, and style for a new elegance.























Images - vogue.it and Vain & Vapid
Review - Max Sortino for vogue.it

In The Mood For Love | Part II

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These posts are a study on the phenomenal mise en scene in Kai Wai Wong's 2000 masterpiece Fa yeung nin wa (In The Mood For Love)

I can strongly urge you to watch the film if you haven't already. For, as much I am an advocate for film stills in this manner, they cannot convey the beauty and ambience of Osvaldo Farrés' stringed instrumental score. Nor can still images do justice to the hypnotically slow to perfection, slow motion scenes of filmic fake rain on cobblestones, chance meetings in dark stairways, bodies brushing past each other; barely touching, tiny hairs on end.

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