Showing posts with label Boy by Band of Outsiders. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Boy by Band of Outsiders. Show all posts

Tuesday, February 24, 2009

The Inside Scoop from an Outsider

He’s done it again. Scott Sternberg has got me swooning over his Fall 2009 collections for Boy and Band of Outsiders. More than the clothes themselves, what truly got my eyes lighting up was Sternberg’s source of sartorial inspiration, Jean Luc Godard’s 1967 film, La Chinoise.


Heavily taking cues from the Parisian student uniform of blazers, jackets, and sweaters worn during the fashionable days of yore, Sternberg created what he does best – a smart, preppy look that will make those who don it pass any test of impeccable chicness with flying colors.







Intentionally veering away from the monotonous march of models up and down the catwalk, Sternberg, once again, looked towards the stimulating world of cinema for inspiration in presenting his collection. Taking cues from The Lars Von Trier (Dogville) and Charlie Kaufman (Synecdoche, New York) School of the Minimal Use of Props in an Enclosed Area to Symbolize the Outside World, Sternberg assembled a tableaux vivant or living picture by “constructing his own world out of a handful of French-ish props: a phone box, a lamp post, park benches on which models lounged playing cards or board games, existentially wasting time à la française.”

How I wish I had the good fortune to witness this in the flesh. For now, we thank the heavens for Vimeo.

Band of Outsiders, NYC fashion week collection presentation from Philip Gaedicke on Vimeo.

More than the finished products themselves, I believe that what’s sending me in a tizzy are the avenues of inspiration that Sternberg had chosen to take. The creative process really never ceases to astound me – from inspiration to a germ of an idea, to the earliest drafts, to the birthing pains, to the moments of disquiet and doubt, to the breathlessness from the final thrust and finally, to the smiles from ear-to-ear, there really isn’t anything like it. I know I may be waxing (pseudo)poetically about this but really, anything minutely connected to a beautiful man by the name of Jean Pierre Leaud would do that to anyone.



(Sources: Style.com, Fashionologie.com)

Saturday, September 20, 2008

Outsider Information

When noticing a specimen of the XY classification, a lot of women’s eyes usually dart towards the windows of their soul. Some women like to scrutinize the whole house to see if there are any imperfections on the paint, surveying here and there for the presence of lumps or bumps. There are those who like to examine the structure to see if it’s well built or lacks built. Some like to inspect the doors by checking their swing, observing whether they could be easily closed or if they insist on crudely hanging wide open. And then there are those naughty ones who like to check out the mailboxes to determine whether they’re spacious enough to house enormous packages.

I, on the other hand, like to check out the landscaping.

Nothing else captures my attention quite rapidly more than a well-dressed man. Eyebrows instinctively shoot straight up at a glance of impeccably cut trousers. Eyes can’t help but stealthily follow the gait of the well-heeled chap (obviously not in chaps). The neck cranes to near impossible lengths just to get a better view of the interesting detail on the shirt’s collar.

Most of the time though, my stares fall on the bums of gay men. Then there are those golden moments when a straight man righteously deserves the Color Me Impressed Nod, thus making me believe that there is hope in men after all.

The Band of Outsiders Spring 2009 collection was one of my favorite menswear shows from the recent New York Fashion Week. The fact that the boyishly charming Max Minghella modeled for the look book makes my love for this label soar even more.

Here are some of the looks that topped my list:


Of course, the girls are not to be forgotten. Boy, the charming kid sister of Band of Outsiders, also showcased some lovely clothes that I want to have hanging in my closet:

(Photos nicked from Style.com)

Well now really, how can a label go wrong with a name like that?

(Bande à part/Band of Outsiders, Jean-Luc Godard, 1964)