Spring 2012 Fashion, The Letter M

How did the hipster burn his tongue?

He ate his soup before it was cool.

For all of my previous Spring 2012 pic(k)s, click here.                                                   *All images from here.

Maison Martin Margiela (RTW)

Manish Arora (RTW)

Mara Hoffman (RTW)

Marc Jacobs (RTW)

Marchesa (RTW)

Marchesa (Resort)

Marios Schwab (RTW)

Mark Fast (RTW)

Marni (RTW)

Mary Katrantzou (RTW)

Matthew Williamson (RTW)

Maurizio Galante (Couture)

Max Mara (RTW)

Meadham Kirchhoff (RTW)

Michael Kors (RTW)

Michael Kors (Resort)
Mimi Plange (RTW)
Missoni (RTW)
Miu Miu (RTW)
Monique Lhuillier (Resort)
Moschino (Resort)
Mugler (RTW)
Mulberry (RTW)

their bodies did not impede them

*From The First Four Books of Poems by Louise Gluck.

“Messengers”

You have only to wait, they will find you.                                                                           The geese flying low over the marsh,                                                                                glittering in black water.                                                                                                     They find you.

And the deer-                                                                                                                     how beautiful they are,                                                                                                      as though their bodies did not impede them.                                                                      Slowly they drift into the open                                                                                             through bronze panels of sunlight.

Why would they stand so still                                                                                              if they were not waiting?                                                                                                     Almost motionless, until their cages rust,                                                                            the shrubs shiver in the wind,                                                                                            squat and leafless.

You have only to let it happen:                                                                                           that cry–release,release–like the moon                                                                           wrenched out of earth and rising                                                                                        full in its circle of arrows

until they come before you                                                                                                  like dead things, saddled with flesh,                                                                                  and you above them, wounded and dominant.

The Other Marilyn

I feel the pull of brevity even stronger than usual today.  Here is what you need to know.  The photographs below were both taken by the artist Marilyn Minter.  Photography is not her only medium–she paints, she does short videos, she is the shit.  For a retrospective of her work the past 40 years, you might be interested in this book.

I think what fascinates me the most about her is her innate understanding of repulsion, the way that it is almost attraction.