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LJ Runway Monday Challenge, Week 3

Louisiana in September was like an obscene phone call from nature. The air–moist, sultry, secretive, and far from fresh–felt as if it were being exhaled into one’s face. Sometimes it even sounded like heavy breathing. Honeysuckle, swamp flowers, magnolia, and the mystery smell of the river scented the atmosphere, amplifying the intrusion of organic sleaze. It was aphrodisiac and repressive, soft and violent at the same time. In New Orleans, in the French Quarter, miles from the barking lungs of alligators, the air maintained this quality of breath, although here it acquired a tinge of metallic halitosis, due to fumes expelled by tourist buses, trucks delivering Dixie beer, and, on Decatur Street, a mass-transit motor coach named Desire.

Tom Robbins, Jitterbug Perfume


It’s a party!

While in New Orleans for a Vanity Fair shoot, Summer was invited to a party taking place next month at the Queen Anne Ballroom in the city’s Hotel Monteleone, famous for its literary associations. Rumor has it that an editor from a New York publishing house will also be there. Summer’s been working on a behind-the-scenes tell-all about the models of LJ Runway Monday, but she knows everybody corners editors at parties with their book ideas.

“I need to lure him to me,” she explained when she called her favorite designer, Becks. “Then ensnare him!”

“You sound like a spider,” Becks said, but agreed to meet Summer near Jackson Square to discuss design ideas. While walking to the Café Du Monde for a beignet and café au lait (Becks) and bottled water (Summer), Becks saw this sign.

Photo copyright Jenn

An idea was born. And as an editor might say, “Then what happened?”

What are you waiting for? CLICK HERE.

Overheard in the workroom, part 2

My fingers are mutilated by needles and EZ hates me because I keep shrieking with the pain of it all. Meanwhile, upstairs I’ve heard that Jack is dead, Rose is old, Julia Roberts just rescued Richard Gere right back, and Tom Hanks is about to make friends with a volleyball named Wilson.

I could have been draped across the couch watching movies all day!

Eek

Just in under the wire… I feared I would forget mary919‘s birthday today. I’ve been so busy taking care of extra dogs and doing my design for LJ Runway Monday that I almost did. Mary, I told you I’d pull a fortune for you from the fortune cookie box. This is the one you got:

No one is standing in your way anymore.
It is time to move forward.

Happy birthday!

Now back to stabbing myself with a needle.

Hump Day Happy

I’m happy because my cable (and therefore, my Internet connection) is back after many hours of being down for “maintenance.” Then again, who wouldn’t be happy with her very own Raggedy Chan Doll? Thanks, camillemulan!

If you, too, want something to be happy about, give me a page number between 1 and 611, and another number between 1 and 25 in comments, and I’ll tell you what the book says.

 

LJ Runway Monday Challenge, Week 2


(I can do that, too, Mark G. Harris.)

This week on Bravo, the Project Runway designers were challenged to design a cocktail dress with their models as their clients. Their task was to use green textiles; that is, textiles that are environmentally responsible: no synthetics, no poisonous dyes and that, when appropriate, were organically-grown. The other part of the challenge was that the models, not the designers, went to Mood to pick out the fabrics. EEK!

If you think the PR designers were a little freaked, imagine the reactions of the Runway Monday designers, Mark G. Harris, Teej, and me–our models are made of PLASTIC. What do they know about green?

My fears seemed justified when Summer presented me with:

dark green satin and a bundle of raffia ribbon. RAFFIA?

I could have thrown the raffia in the trash, but since Summer picked it and I was designing for her, I simply considered it another part of my challenge. I envisioned her attending a Manhattan cocktail party hosted by Al “King of Green” Gore and his wife, Tipper, to honor several dignitaries from Madagascar, the Philippines, Cameroon, and Nigeria, where the raffia palm grows and is an important part of the countries’ cultures.

When Summer mentioned Grace Kelly as one of her fashion icons, I knew immediately how I wanted to dress her. Her instinct about fabric color that would contrast with yet complement her hair and skin was good. My design evokes 1940s understated glamor with its scooped neck, cap sleeves, and peplum waist over a three-paneled pencil skirt. Using the organic raffia ribbon–with a little drama in the back–to cinch the waist and to accent Summer’s shoes brings the design a twenty-first century global sensibility.

see cocktail-party Summer here

Teaser

Overheard in the workroom:

Summer: Satin is my favorite fabric.
Becks: Satin’s not a fabric, it’s a weave.
Summer: Like Figaro’s hair?
Becks: You could weave Figaro’s hair into satin. You can also weave satin from silk or wool–
Summer: No wool. Wool makes me itch. That’s not wool satin, is it? I’ll start scratching on the runway.
Becks: (eyeshift) So what do you want in a design?
Summer: Elegance. Sophistication.
Becks: Who do those words call to mind? Who did you think of when you picked these fabrics?
Summer: Grace Kelly. I love Grace Kelly.
Becks: (mutters) Because raffia just screams Grace Kelly…



I’m concerned.