I feed the pigeons, I sometimes feed the sparrows too

Chloë Sevigny's latest collaboration with Opening Ceremony for her FW 2013 collection is inspired by '60s protester aesthetic and everything about it is completely brilliant. Her presentation of the clothes, shoes, and accessories took place during NYFW earlier this week and I am over the moon about every single one of these pieces. My absolute favorites are that fluffy blue coat and the platform sneakers paired with the gingham dress! Chloë took part in modelling her creations and looked sleek as ever in black and navy aka the best colour combo ever. The nineties Britpop interpretation of mod styles in this collection (see: striped tights, corduroy blazer with collared shirt, printed miniskirt) are nearly as dear to me as Blur's "Parklife," which I'm listening to while writing this post.

Photos: Opening Ceremony, Refinery29, WWD

 

closing reception

Nothing like gorgeous young people in beautiful clothes to cheer me up when I'm feeling blue (or slightly murderous, as the case may be). Opening Ceremony's Fall/Winter '10 lookbook is a manifestation of sheer excellence; I'm particularly entranced by the footwear in the first two photos.

tea parties, laces, & baby doll faces

The prospect of these Opening Ceremony booties with an all black ensemble is enough to bring a petite tear to my eye. I've become completely enamoured with the ankle socks that are showing up everywhere these days, which I do believe the above would be beautifully suited for.

In other bow adorned footwear developments, I was about to hail these sandals as the best I have come across in a long while, prior to discovering they are from Little Marc, which is Jacobs' line for 0-12 year olds. This is reminiscent of the time I spotted what was the most absolutely perfect pink and white party dress I had ever seen in my entire existence, possibly including past lives, and was staring moon-eyed with my nose pressed up against the shop window for quite some time before realizing it was a children's boutique. I think my taste in fashion may have a lot to do with my temptation to smirk whenever I'm referred to as a 'woman' (which admittedly isn't often). Then again that may be entirely due to my fondness for poop jokes, but who's to say?