As promised, M.I.A. has launched her limited-edition clothing line, and the “Okley Run” store is open for business on her Web site. While the prints are pretty much as outlandish as you expect, the prices for each individual piece are a bit insane–and not in the “clashing colors that actually look better and better the more you focus on their dissonance” way, or even the Crazy Eddie way*. A few of the looks, and their attendant price tags, after the jump.
Ever wonder what it’s like to write a saccharine-sweet acoustic guitar pop song comparing a girl you allegedly like to the consumerist cesspool that is Times Square, then be destined never to match its success again? Well, if you’re a 13-year-old boy at the mercy of your well-meaning mother, you can now approximate this experience by shopping at Kohl’s, which now has via the Plain White T’s-inspired clothing line Urban Pipeline on its racks. Part of the same cringe-worthy campaign as the hoodie-stricken Avril line (“Inspired by the artists…worn by you”), the Plain White T’s line features only the finest in bro training wear, plus the obligatory formal t-shirt.
From the looks of Google Trends, it would seem that people are much more interested in Sheryl Crow’s new jeans line, Bootheel Trading Co., than they are in her music (the term “sheryl crow jeans” is No. 2 on that chart right now; meanwhile, sales of her album Detours, which came out in February, just hit the 350,000-unit mark). Which makes sense for two reasons: one, people actually need clothes more than they need Crow’s sunblasted version of lite-rock; and two, the clothes are actually not all that bad, with relatively reasonable prices (tops range from $26-$48, while the jeans’ price points are between $62 and $64) and a “green” message (all the cotton used is fair trade). I would maybe consider buying the jeans at left if Crow’s name wasn’t visible–hey, I have some standards–although I have to warn you that the tops fall far outside the realm of what makes me happy:
This weekend, Vampire Weekend cemented their superstar status, joining the ranks of such timeless acts as 3-D, the Tragically Hip, the Bus Boys, Timbuk3, and the Hothouse Flowers as musical guests on Saturday Night Live! There’s been a lot of talk about whether these guys are really Columbia douchebags or just playing up an image of Columbia douchebags and while there’ve been some salient points about the precarious position of class and race, we… wait a minute, what the fuck is that guy wearing? Really? A scarf the size of a tent? Indoors? He looks like Stuart Little after he curls up for a nap inside a shirt sleeve.
Recently the Maori decided that Elton John should drop the staid black-suited look and get back to his flashy roots. Luckily, they had just the garment to help him get there: a handmade bird-feather cloak–the “equivalent to an Academy Award”–that they awarded to Sir Elton in honor of his “loyal continuance to return to Aotearoa to entertain.”
So first artsy-fartsy sculptor Banks Violette siphons off some of the kult darkness of black metal, the awesomely unlistenable (if yr not a fan) subgenre that originated in Scandinavia and has since spread like a rat-borne plague to such bleak locations as the South of France and Tasmania, and now Brazilian fashion designer Alexandre Herchcovitch has gotten in touch with his inner sense of necro with some metal-derived designs. Check out a YouTube clip from a corpsed-up Herchcovitch runway show after the jump:
To your left, the manifesto from the latest collection offered by Lyric Culture, a Los Angeles-based peddler of $90 “Rebel Rebel” t-shirts and $325 “Mercy Mercy Me (The Ecology)” belt buckles. More »
We’re guessing that the fashion department at the New York Post isn’t on a lot of music promo lists; the paper’s caption underneath the above picture refers to a “graffiti-print” Stephen Sprouse dress, even though it’s clearly patterned with a jumble for punk-rock nerds. More »
A few weeks after tapping Chan Marshall for a modeling gig, Chanel head Karl Lagerfeld has landed on another muse beloved by the yupster crowd: pint-sized Brit Lily Allen. “Nothing is set in stone but Karl believes she has come up with a look that will define 2007. More »