Showing posts with label Sasha Pivovarova. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Sasha Pivovarova. Show all posts

Monday, July 26, 2010

Day 4: Natalia Alaverdian


Sasha Pivovarova wearing Givenchy Haute Couture, styled by Natalia Alaverdian for Harper's Bazaar Russia


Fashion Editor of Harper's Bazaar Russia, Natalia Alaverdian is relatively new to my radar. Even if, like me, you didn't know her so much for her street style (until now), her work for Russia's HB is amazing and and I've definitely looked twice when I've (unknowingly) spotted an editorial on Fashion Gone Rogue. Her face reminds me a little bit of Giovanna Battaglia (fash ed of L'Uomo Vogue), but the similarities end there. She isn't afraid to shake things up, mixing textures like fur and denim and lace, but at the same time knows when to keep it simple. Sometimes a navy striped tee paired with denim cutoffs is the perfect outfit for a lazy day wandering the streets (and sitting front row at fashion week, no less) of Paris.



Loving her Alaïa wedge platforms paired with white lace D&G number and laidback military parka. Major shoe envy.


Photos: The Fashion Spot

Monday, July 19, 2010

Universal Coverage

 US Vogue's latest issue features a fashion story (oh so suitable at this time of year) about- you guessed it- coats. Shot by the magnificent Steven Meisel (who else?) against a fall-appropriate backdrop of overgrowth and autumn leaves, the editorial features designs by Burberry, Balmain, Roberto Cavalli and Prada. Maybe it's the models, or maybe it's the backdrop or (just maybe) the clothes or all the elements combined; whatever it is, this is one of the first US Vogue spreads I love.

The whimsical and almost ethereal set design, the subdued lighting, the background fog that reminds you of a crisp autumn morning in which these coats would be perfect. The styling; the way the coats are just thrown over a relaxed shirt or womanly skirt in such a haphazard way (when we all know there's nothing haphazard about it), the dishevelled hair, brocade Balmain that doesn't look at all disco, Sasha, the shearling and the socks and the smouldering stares. Simply breathtaking.