Oh, what a busy year it’s proving to be for London’s Dover Street Market. This month marks its tenth year and to celebrate it’s doing what it does best, collaborating with its fashion friends to create more retail excitement than ever.
Let’s not forget, when Dover Street Market opened in 2004 it was the first store of its kind, a weird and wonderful melange of mega-brands, just-emerging designers and street wear – ever changing and always unpredictable. Twice a year it operates its ‘tachiagari‘, shutting up shop for three days while it installs a completely new vision for the new season.
This year, following its tachiagari in July, it’s shaken things up again by adding a scattering of ‘market stalls’ (complete with striped awnings) selling DSM souvenirs to delight the store’s avid retail tourists. Continue reading
Picking up where Marc By Marc Jacobs left off (have they changed the name to MBMJ yet? My fingers are getting tired), Stuart Vevers has given the Coach girl a big dose of street-bred cred. I like this new incarnation. As well as the shaggy, shabby-chic coats and candy-hued leather minis, I’m very much in favour of the heavy side-swept fringes. Continue reading
Milli Millu’s new-season bags are a little smaller than their predecessors. I own the full-sized Zurich in black calf but its new younger sister, the Midi Zurich (above) is just as useful but slightly more transportable. And the azure or berry grain leathers are a great option if you want to step out of your black-grey-khaki comfort zone (hell yes!). Continue reading
Bella Freud certainly knows how to pick her collaborators. Recent years have seen her work with Christian Louboutin and Barbour and the latest is Fred Perry. You never feel like she has compromised her aesthetic for a quick buck and I think that’s something to be respected in these collab-a-minute times.
Here’s the Bella Freud X Fred Perry AW14 collection, it’s a timely rude girl inspired collection of snug-fitting pique polo shirts, sweater dresses, slogan sweaters (of course) and darling little berets. Continue reading
It’s barely September and already Burberry Prorsum-esque blanket ponchos are all over the high street. How much faster can fashion get? Burberry has a card up its sleeve though, in the form of its monogramming service, which kicks off this week. Continue reading
Here’s the latest weekly DRG STYLE INDEX ranking, a round-up of the brands currently buzzing on my radar…
1. US VOGUE.COM GETS BLOG-IFIED
The New York Times ran a story last week ahead of the revamp of Vogue.com. It pointed out that The Cut gets four million monthly unique visitors against Vogue’s 3.3 million. Cue last Wednesday’s big reveal for the newly redesigned Vogue.com. The result? It feels younger, pacier and as Manrepeller pointed out, more bloggy. Continue reading
Fashion archives have become quite a thing in recent years. But have you ever wondered what goes into creating them? It’s something I’m a little obsessed with. When I ask brands about their archives, I usually hear either that everything is kept in an off-site, temperature-controlled, white-gloves location (think heritage luxury brand) or, more commonly, “it’s all stuffed in a back room full of jumbled up rails and we’d never allow visitors inside.” Continue reading
I love it when designers start off with one product item before slowly expanding into other areas. It’s much easier to get your head around their aesthetic and it gives you a hook to latch onto too. Example: Le Kilt. Samantha McCoach grew up watching her grandmother make kilts and forever inspired, launched her own modern kilt line this year (it’s currently stocked at Dover Street Market). Continue reading
This new shirt-centric brand is a good example of what I call ‘gentlewoman style’. The shapes are utilitarian but feminine, while the white cotton-linen fabrics nod to indestructible men’s shirts. Paris-based Atlantique Ascoli is inspired by her cache of Victorian blouses as well as Cristobal Balenciaga, which is reflected in the balloon-shaped sleeves and ruffle collars. Continue reading