Yoox is selling one-of-a-kind Maison Martin Margiela Artisanal pieces. I want them all, especially this dress, described as “silk crepe that is decorated with old 33 and 45 vinyl records. The records have been colored, then heat-modeled in order to contour the body.” Fan-fucking-tastic! But it’s $8,775.
If I were 25 years younger and famous enough to have been invited to the recent Crillon Ball, I would have insisted on wearing this dress and felt best-dressed by far. Seriously. I saw what the little girls wore and this dress kicks the ASS of any dress worn that night. In fact, this dress more than kicks ass. It grabs a damn golf club, chases after the other dresses, smashes the window of their Escalades and causes them to drive into fire hydrants. Sorry, Karl Lagerfeld. You lose this time.
I love pieces that trail to a point this week. I started considering this “dress” (I’d wear it as a top, of course) from Swank Vintage a couple of days before I saw the Margiela. It’s only $225. Very reasonable compared to the vinyl record dress.
Should I get it? I’m sure I’d have to have Jean of Ghost Tailor take it in. It’s a bit too smock-like for me as it is. While you mull that over, take a moment to vote for me in the Drysdale Awards if you haven’t already done it. I’m up for Blog With the Most Swearing, Blog That is Clearly Contracted to Endorse a Product or Service, and Blogger of the Year. Help me win, dammit!
UPDATED TO ADD: Here’s another reason you should vote for me for blogger of the year: I am not too fucking lazy to do a simple Google search in order to bring you correct information. My link on Margiela’s name in the first sentence of this post is to this New York Times article with a photo of the designer. Meanwhile, more famous bloggers write nonsense about how Margiela has never been photographed. Too lazy to Google! How do you like that shit?