Woman in tech?
OK for those of you who don't know, Complex just published a list of "The 40 Hottest Women in Tech" and it's kind of a sh**show. In full disclosure, I used to work there and genuinely adore some folks who presently do but as eyerolly as I've been with "Hottest Asian Porn Stars" and "Hottest Republicans," I have to admit that I'm bummed out by this latest gallery. Like, I get it. They're traffic warlocks and people gotta do what they gotta do and I'm certainly not ruffled at the prospect of an SEO gambit that knocks the horrible AskMen.com article off the top slot in searches for "hot women in tech." I'm just disappointed that it wasn't at least backed-up by an otherwise awesome list championing the sincere gains made by women in a male-dominated industry. Check out this intro:
Technology has been a boy's club for most of its existence. Just another unfortunate repercussion of the patriarchy. But that's been slowly changing, and over the last decade we've seen a number of wonderful, intelligent, and cunning women make inspiring strides in the field of technology.
Promising, right? But then the gallery kicks off with Marina Orlova the host for YouTube channel HotForWords. In the portrait, she's wearing a seemingly painted on bra-sized vest with a tiny necktie and no shirt. She's cited as the "popular internet sensation" who now hosts a show on "Sirius Satellite Radio for Maxim." And then there's Sara Jean Underwood, formerly of G4TV's Attack of the Show. It seems the accomplishment that the 'Plex dudes felt most apt in calling out insofar as her contribution to the industry is that she went on to be a Playboy playmate. SAD. FACE.
OKAY: The views expressed in this blog post are not necessarily those reflected by Viacom and its affiliates or more than two members of MTV Style, but ERMEHGEERD The Best Dressed Person at SXSW according to me and my eyeballs has to be Solange. Festivals in March in Texas can be a horrorshow in terms of weather. Not only do you have to account Mercury-bustin', hot-ass afternoons but you have to sling a light layer and tote a more serious jacket because the temperature can vacillate something like thirty degrees on the same day. I went to college in Texas so I know this. Solange grew up in the Lone Star so she knows this. The difference between me and Solange is that I opted purely for function when I rammed a rando array of cotton shapes into my suitcase (I relied heavily on accessories which works but is admittedly a tad amateur) and she packed a keenly-edited melange of printed suits and vibrantly hued, shrunken, basics that looked exquisite and popped against the dusty landscape of shorts and tees. More importantly though, she looked elegant, effortless, and COMFORTABLE while she danced and sang her face off during the handful of appearances she had slated for the week.
8:30 PM — It's HERE. It's HAPPENING. It's Seth. Red Carpet is OVER.
8:23 PM — Renee Zellwegger in a scintillating Carolina Herrera and a messy-chic updo.
Kristen Stewart at the 2013 Academy Awards.
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8:22 PM — Whoa. K. Stew's official crutch holder looks like an FBI agent in a way that I think is TOTALLY appropriate. She needs Ray Ban aviators even.
Jeremy Scott AW 2013 and a Jimbo Phillips Robb Roskopp skate deck.
Photo: Getty Images/Jimbo Phillips Graphix
OK, for those people who aren't aware of what's going on in this week's head-on collision between the fashion world and the California skate scene, there is a storm brewing on the internet alleging that Jeremy Scott ripped off beloved artist Jimbo Phillips for his latest season. Jimbo's father, Jim Phillips, is the art director of Santa Cruz Skateboards and has been since 1975. Both of their contributions to the skate and surf art world have been celebrated for decades. Their illustration style is so widely recognized by their fans that those who caught wind of Jeremy Scott's AW 2013 collection of flailing tongues, flying eyeballs, exploding brains, and grimacing brutes were immediately up in arms. I reviewed the Jeremy Scott AW 2013 Collection so refresh your memory before we get all deep up in this.
Will you be our person?
Hey guys, BIG NEWS. HUGE, really. So, I've been the Senior Editor at MTV Style for a couple of years now and had an absolute blast but it's time for me to move on! I mean, let's not be dramatic, it's not like I'm going SUPER FAR or anything, I'm actually going to continue to serve y'all as Editor-At-Large while working on some awesome, clandestine personal projects (I'm joining the CIA! Shhhhhhhhhh.). I'll still check in intermittently for urgent things like Grammys, Fashion Week etc etc so you won't even know I'm gone. I'm STOKED (MTV totally threw in a gold watch with "emeritus" inscribed on the back in cursive and everything).
The part that actually concerns you is that: MTV STYLE IS HIRING A SENIOR EDITOR. Dun dun duuuuuuuuuuun! The only way to toss your name in the hat and then lob the hat in the ring is to apply for the job online. If you choose to email or call me directly, YOU FAIL. If you decide to descend upon our offices like a pestilence and wheat-paste your resume all over our building, YOU FAIL. Should you elect to airdrop an enormous bribe in the form of DELICIOUS CANDY, YOU FAIL (but by such a slender margin that we can't possibly dissuade you from at least trying).
Here's what we're looking for:
Jeremy Scott's Autumn/Winter 2013 Collection.
You know how poltergeists haunt teens because they're attracted to the youth's SUPERCHARGED angst-laden energy? Well, Jeremy Scott was similarly drawn to the interaction betwixt ghouls and hormones if his monster-mashed up collection for AW 2013 gives any indication. There were ectoplasmic spatters, exposed brains and veiny, exploding eyeballs decorating sweaters that were complemented by Jack Skellington from A Nightmare Before Christmas-esque trousers and matching lace-up boots set to Beastie Boys' rambunctious "GIRLS." The scowling (yet ever lovely) Cara Delevigne marched out in creeper-soled sneaker-boots with a pointy Lydia Deetz up-do and a sweater featuring a wart-riddled, teeth-baring visage. There was also a healthy dose of amped-up, psychedelic punk-rock-meets-ska motifs by way of a neon two-tone, checkered boot under a floaty, fractal-ish skirt anchored by a black, scoop-neck jumper emblazoned with the graffiti'd words: TOO WEIRD TO LIVE. Word.
Here's what you can expect with The Blonds: A) that the show will ALWAYS be LATE. B) that it won't matter a WHIT because the comings and goings of the SPECTACULARLY glamorous audience will be ceaselessly captivating. And finally, C) that the over-the-top offerings of tow-haired twosome Phillipe and David will rigorously follow a theme. Debbie Harry was there. So was Patrick MacDonald. Less expected was Trina. She was lovely.
The Blonds At New York Fashion Week Fall 2013.
It seems that The Blonds were in an Old Hollywood mood. Not in the cascading curls, soft lighting, bias-cut charmeuse evening gowns sort of way, mind you. More slasher-flick villains by way of Hitchcock and Kubrick. A printed polyurethane corset and skirt featured Jack's grinning mug peering through the splintered door from The Shining. Just as Janet Leigh's screaming visage was step-and-repeated for the torso of another look. There were teeny, glinting, acrylic knives dangling as jewelry and printed onto a kicky '50s housewife dress as well as skintight, flesh colored bustier gowns anointed with angry red slashes throughout. Definitely expect a follow-up post on the nail art because they were as outrageous and gore-adoring as the rest of it.
8:39 PM — You guys, we're done backstage. And completely pooped. Thanks for joining us tonight for the 55th annual Grammys Awards. Congrats to all the winners and the sartorial stars. I am going to eat EVERYTHING. Bye.
7:44 PM — Whoa projection mapping on Carrie Underwood's dress.
6:40 PM — I love this soothing performance between Rihanna and Mikky Ekko. Such an incredible palette cleanser.
Justin Timberlake at the 2013 Grammy Awards.
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6:09 PM —If Justin Timberlake brings it on down to omelette town I will die of happiness.
Johnny Depp at the 2013 Grammy Awards.
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5:55 PM — WHEW, now that the red carpet is wrapped let's pick up with the show! Johnny Depp's bedraggled buccaneer bespectacled steez is so reassuring.
Mark McNairy and Angel Haze at the Mark McNairy Fall 2013 Lookbook shoot.
Mark McNairy is a goddamned boon. The bespectacled, becammo'd designer makes womenswear that upholds every tenet of why we love him as a menswear designer. It's maddeningly rare but dude just gets it and his cannily shrunken, sleek silhouettes for A/W 2013 are proof. That he invited one of our favorite new artists Angel Haze to follow in the footsteps of the hilarious-and-all-around-GREAT-for-morale Danny Brown to model his latest, made his A/W look book shoot that much more enticing. We're grateful to have been granted access to poke around with our cameras.
Most of y'all know we've been stoking a healthy Twitter-stalk of Mark and Angel's budding friendship for weeks but even we were surprised to see how intimate and collaborative the process was. Sure, we were all in close quarters but there was an awesome back-and-forth between the entire crew (which also included Mark's lovely and intelligent daughter Daisy) about styling details, what shoes made more sense and whether we plain liked what hat went with what pants. Angel's hysterical and outspoken glam squad weighed in heavily... as is a glam squad's wont (LOVE YOU; MEAN IT).
John Galliano and Oscar de la Renta.
I don’t know about you but I'm happy that John Galliano will be designing again. I realize that he’s said some damnable, hurtful things. We all watched the vile camera phone video that came to light in early 2011 wherein he drunkenly spouted unprovoked anti-semitic remarks to Parisian cafe patrons looking like some insane racist pirate. We also heard of his Anti-Asian sentiments and while I have in the past wanted to carve bastards in their bigot-faces for such odious behavior (which, for the record, is how Dior heads labeled it right as they sacked him) today I feel nothing but relief. I’m especially pleased that highly-respected members of the fashion community are spearheading this move to give him another chance.
The report originally told to WWD states that Galliano will be installed in Oscar de la Renta’s design studio for a three-week residency at the prompting of Vogue’s Anna Wintour. In the article, Oscar says something nice and mild. And then Galliano responds with gratitude, contrition and thoughts regarding his battle with alcoholism. It’s all lovely and measured. It’s also vague in terms of what a “residency” actually means which seems exactly right considering the amount of scrutiny under which this collabo will fall.