Archive for September 2010
i am back in wellington, you guys, but i still dream of the sea. we had a wonderful few days in são paulo (family craziness, lots of hugs and incredible pizza) and then headed to rio where we had the use of a marvellous apartment in ipanema .. there were days on the beach, evenings walking along copacabana watching the throngs, nights wandering aimlessly while sweet smelling tropical trees drenched the dark streets in heavy scent. it was just perfect. but it’s nice to be home, too.
while i was away i put together a little series of articles about brazilian street food and i’m going to post them here .. along with the usual quantity of daftness about shoes and style, of course. in time, i may decide to separate parts of the blog .. traditional wisdom dictates of course that fashion and food don’t combine, although traditional wisdom dictates a lot of bullshit also. but! for the meantime, i hope you’ll enjoy this mishmash of things that i find wonderful. because i enjoy bringing them to you.
Imagine the Angels of Bread – Martin Espada
This is the year that squatters evict landlords,
gazing like admirals from the rail
of the roofdeck
or levitating hands in praise
of steam in the shower;
this is the year
that shawled refugees deport judges
who stare at the floor
and their swollen feet
as files are stamped
with their destination;
this is the year that police revolvers,
stove-hot, blister the fingers
of raging cops,
and nightsticks splinter
in their palms;
this is the year
that darkskinned men
lynched a century ago
return to sip coffee quietly
with the apologizing descendants
of their executioners.
This is the year that those
who swim the border’s undertow
and shiver in boxcars
are greeted with trumpets and drums
at the first railroad crossing
on the other side;
this is the year that the hands
pulling tomatoes from the vine
uproot the deed to the earth that sprouts the vine,
the hands canning tomatoes
are named in the will
that owns the bedlam of the cannery;
this is the year that the eyes
stinging from the poison that purifies toilets
awaken at last to the sight
of a rooster-loud hillside,
pilgrimage of immigrant birth;
this is the year that cockroaches
become extinct, that no doctor
finds a roach embedded
in the ear of an infant;
this is the year that the food stamps
of adolescent mothers
are auctioned like gold doubloons,
and no coin is given to buy machetes
for the next bouquet of severed heads
in coffee plantation country.
If the abolition of slave-manacles
began as a vision of hands without manacles,
then this is the year;
if the shutdown of extermination camps
began as imagination of a land
without barbed wire or the crematorium,
then this is the year;
if every rebellion begins with the idea
that conquerors on horseback
are not many-legged gods, that they too drown
if plunged in the river,
then this is the year.
So may every humiliated mouth,
teeth like desecrated headstones,
fill with the angels of bread.
bom dia, y’all. posting may be a little slow for a few days (ahem, when isn’t it?) because i am currently in brazil staying with the rockstar’s family and getting some sunshine. we are in brasília just now and heading off to rio and são paulo next week.
just wanted to let you know, anyway. when i return: reviews of the new melissa collections and some thoughts on brazilian fashion. lots of people have been writing about it and i just can’t resist having my 2 cents (which is about 0.03 reals at the current rate of exchange) ..
so i was invited to attend the launch of the twentysevennames s/s collection. this sounds fancy but it isn’t really; the wonderful goodasgold invited their clients to come along for drinks, cupcakes and pretty summer clothes. seeing as the weather is just about allowing us to think that winter might end — one day, one day — racks of pastel deliciousness were just what was needed. i grabbed a vitamin water and wandered.
there were pretty cupcakes, although i didn’t get a shot of those. they were disappearing pretty quick. fun fact: in new zealand, fashion people actually *eat*. scandal!
but most importantly, the clothes.
(all the above photos by me)
these two photos are from twentysevennames’ lovely website and are my favourite looks of this collection. i totally adore the transparency of that navy blouse .. it looks like a starscape, is diaphanous and glorious to touch and is a perfect alternative if you’re not really feeling the pastel for summer. and the proportions of the parma violet coloured blazer with that white dress and boots — love.
the first, i would happily buy for myself and wear it with cropped khakis and brogues (yes, still). the second look i think might be a little too pale for me — i am dark-haired with a sort of olivey complexion and i’m not sure i can rock that much pale. but you know? this season might be the perfect time to experiment. cast aside the blacks, the neutrals .. after a long wellington winter full of blacks, greys and the occasional bust-out into dark red, maybe a light shade is just what’s needed. like a fresh sour sorbet after a too-heavy main course.
anyway. seeing the collection reminded me of the kind of quirky spin that the best new zealand design is able to put on the overseas trends. yes, pastels are a clear reference to the northern hemisphere summer trends. but these clean lines, the perfect proportions with only the merest hint of boho, make me happy.
pretty people, pretty clothes. thanks, goodasgold and twentysevennames. really lovely stuff.