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Monday, September 20, 2010

The Tribes of San Francisco: A Rebuttal


Heidi Schumann for The New York Times

A waitress, left, at Tartine; a local in the Mission District, center; and in Hayes Valley, right.





It's been three weeks since Guy Trebay published his snarky Times article ripe with backhanded compliments and empty  "observations" about the style landscape of the Bay Area. Three weeks and I can't quite get it off my mind. Maybe it's the use of the word "tribes" in the title. Maybe that word is too "Burning Man" for me. Maybe it's the fact that I find Guy Trebay's usual brand of self-congratulatory drivel a little trying. Maybe it's the fact that somehow, in the six years I've lived here, I've developed an allegiance to the Bay Area akin to the allegiance one has to an annoying younger sibling who seems ill-prepared for life, but well intentioned nonetheless. I can pick on it, but others would do well to keep their thoughts to themselves. At any rate, I didn't care for the reductionist, out of touch way in which Trebay depicted, or rather failed to depict, the Bay Area as some monolithic style mystery hole. I can't quite put my finger on what I found distasteful, but it's been nagging at me for three weeks.

MAYBE it was this obnoxious interview moment:


 “It’s that people here don’t want to show what they have in their closets,” said Mr. Lopez, a native of Guadalajara, Mexico, who opened Sui Generis three years ago with a partner to offer a style alternative to a population whose last important contribution to fashion amounted to the sanded crotch jeans and white T-shirt uniform of so-called gay clones.

Wow. Tacky. And why does he sound defensively angry? Was he wronged by one of our gay clones? Additionally, where can I find a gay clone? That sounds intriguing. 

There's always something problematic about outsiders trying to put their finger on Bay Area Style (which, truly, can be an oxymoron at times), so at the heart of the Tribes article there lies a misunderstanding (well, many misunderstandings) about the diverse array of elements that contribute to regional style (which is to say, there isn't really a regional style). Trebay also frankly seems to have fallen victim to a generational gap.

In attempting to create some cohesive taxonomy of Bay Area style, he cites a Bay Area obsession with athleticism as a primary source of inspiration. I suppose? In the Castro maybe? Or perhaps with avid cyclists? Certainly not in Oakland, where I live--it's all aging punk rockers with tattoos and beer, and kids with creative  hip-hop style specific only to Oakland. I don't know of anyone whose interest in physical fitness determines their style, per se, unless they happen to be going from a yoga class to their house, which seems at this point to be a pretty universal phenomenon. Athleticism is a hobby here, it's true. People love rock climbing, cycling, yoga (obvs), swimming, hiking, you name it. We're surrounded by endless opportunities to get or be fit (I, luckily, have largely managed to ignore every opportunity for fitness in favor of cup-by-cup brewed coffee, muddled fruit cocktails, and an endless supply of mouth-watering fancy cheeses). But for the most part, physical fitness doesn't contribute to an overall style, except that people tend to be thin enough to wear Japanese and European designs. For some reason, the Tribes article thought that including an image of a kite surfer in a wet suit would provide undeniable evidence that athleticism affects style. 




The NY Times closely guards its photos (rightly so), so if you want to view the actual images used in his article, you can only do so on their site. The photo I used here is a thematic example that alludes to the one used in The Tribes of San Francisco.

As my friend Brady--a welder--pointed out, that would be like getting a picture of him in his welding goggles and  gloves. It's utilitarian, not a style choice. The water is 50 degrees. You wear a wet suit or your nutsack/left tit falls off. But I did appreciate the pointer about what sort of style one needs to kite surf. It's so rare that a fashion columnist addresses the little-known sport and its enigmatic ensembles. See? I can offer my own backhanded compliment.

The fog season might also account to the confusion about athleticism contributing so much to the style of the Bay Area--Northface jackets abound. Because it's cold and damp. But I wouldn't cite that as fashion. Just as I wouldn't cite running shoes, nor would I cite the Friday night crowd at Nopa that "can sometimes seem populated by men dressed to mow your lawn," anymore than I would cite any number of lumpy dressers I've seen in any variety of scenarios in NY.

There also seems to be an overarching theme in Trebay's article that Bay Area style is dictated by a rejection of editorial high fashion. That we all engage in some grand gesture of fashion equality with no interest in what happens in Paris, NY, or Milan, essentially, that we have no seasonal hierarchy. That's correct. But not because of "some loopy organic collective impulse." Perhaps you may have noticed, but, WE DON'T HAVE SEASONS HERE. It's rather difficult to keep up with NY's editorial "it" sandal every summer when your summers consist of 55 degree weather and two months of fog. But according to Trebay and the rag tag group of locals he interviews, we cull our style from a wide variety of sources ranging from used clothes, to designer sale stuff, to vintage. Yes. That's correct, but that isn't specific to the Bay Area. Perhaps Trebay has neglected to notice that people under 40 have been picking their fashion from some combination of vintage, designer, handmade, and thrift for the better part of this decade--it's why etsy does so well. Has Mr. Trebay ever been to Brooklyn? Has he seen any street style from Copenhagen, Amsterdam, London, and yes, even the hallowed lands of couture, Paris and Milan? The "stigma attached to used clothing" has been gone for quite sometime all around the globe among young people of all stripes and class backgrounds.




Oslo, courtesy of Street Peeper






Amsterdam, courtesy of Bruce Hamilton


London, courtesy of Style Sight






Bay Area, courtesy of Carrie Leilam Love and Kenya Miles



Additionally, with the rise of style blogs (you're on one), and fashion/culture magazines like Code and Contributor Magazine, the old guard of fashion editorial resources is, well, old. The Bay Area is young. What you see in the way of "mashing" isn't "Bay Area," it's just young. And frankly, queer. The queers "mashed" before anyone else and the Bay Area is full of all kinds of queers who have been pulling what they want from high and low fashion for ages because they could, because nobody made clothes for anyone other than straight women and men (well, gay men, too...mainly gay men of a certain gender expression). Surprising that Trebay didn't cite queer influence as a style influence, since it seems to have had a healthy and dynamic proliferation here.


Stay Gold, August, courtesy of Hannah Cairns




 Nor did he cite the scene in Oakland:





And by the way, Oakland style has in fact made it to Paris:







 Nor did he cite skater culture, which has played a major role in shaping style for queers, teen boys, and even businessmen (one of my favorite sights here is a mid-twenty something businessman in a three-piece tailored suit cruising through the financial district on a skate board, Italian leather satchel slung over the shoulder).


Market Street, courtesy of StyleCanary



Courtesy of Getty Images


At one point Trebay interviews the owner of a bakery in Napa Valley. I mean, ABC Bakery makes some good scones, but what that has to do with how we preen is baffling. I suspect he was just on vacation and phoning it in a little bit, but either way, Napa Valley is not part of a Bay Area style landscape. Is Napa even still considered "Bay Area?" It's two hours north. I can't imagine a place being more out of touch with a style scene.


You're showing your age, Mr. Trebay.


This semi-rant is not to discount the fact that even I agree with Mr. Trebay that the style palate here often leaves something (MANY somethings) to be desired and is certainly hit or miss. On a bad day, San Francisco seems to be inhabited entirely by Renaissance Fair/Burning Man rejects. 








On a good day, though, the sun sparkles through air scented with Eucalyptus, ginger blossoms, and sea salt and everyone seems to have tapped into a great reserve of creativity, aesthetic know how, and personal expression that makes living in a city fun. 




Amanda in Hayes Valley, from The SF Style


The runway isn't the be-all-end-all, nor is the easily-cracked persona of seasonal NY fashion appropriate for San Francisco--a city surrounded by so much natural glory, people and their silly clothes pale in comparison. So maybe this is the defining factor of Bay Area style: people dress with subtle fluctuations of the landscape here, which requires layering, repeat use, and an ability to roll with changes in temperature and weather from hour to hour. I might want that resort wear line for Summer 2011, but I would only be able to wear it once or twice. Why bother?


There's also the basic fact that California as a whole is steeped in a casual individualism. People often move here to "find themselves," which doesn't always work out, but lends the cultural landscape a rabid "be oneself" vibe. When I lived in LA, I briefly worked at a gallery and on my first day the owner (a Londoner) said, "Don't assume that just because someone comes in wearing ripped jeans and flip flops that they won't buy work. They might be a professional surfer or something and those guys are loaded. You can't discriminate based on clothing here."


So, readers, if you've managed to wade through this with me, I ask you to add your own two cents about what you consider to be the "style of the Bay Area," if there even is one. If there's enough response (if you want to include pictures let me know), then I'll create a whole blog on Monday the 27th with your rebuttals. I agree with Mr. Trebay that style is born of the culture that produces it, and therefore, the style of the Bay Area is unique unto itself, just like its residents.  I've listed a few things that I think affect the style landscape here, but what do you think creates it?


Do tell.



Saturday, September 18, 2010

Do You Muumuu?


Before summer's official end this week, I’d like to sneak in my personal ode to the muumuu. Somewhere along the way between their traditional Hawaiian origin and Homer Simpson donning one when he gained too much weight to wear anything else, these formless frocks have gotten a bad name. But on a hot summer’s day, I’ve decided that there is nothing cooler (literally – oh!) than rocking a shapeless shift dress with a bright, bold and daring print. My grandma has worn one pretty much every day for as long as I can remember -- and it's because she is a classy lady who has known what's up for decades.

Belt it if you must; hem it if you wish. The simple silhouette is flattering on every body type. Here are a few vintage favorites for your viewing pleasure:

Sun-washed color and lightly flowing fabric, oh my!


Teal + Fuschia 4ever



Welcome fall with a festive muumuu in rich harvest hues!


Is she a mannequin or a human girl? All I know is her dress is bangin', and so are her bangs.

Oh look, here's Jessica Simpson in a bright orange muumuu & matching lipstick:


The leopard-print muumuu: my personal favorite.


And there you have it. Love your bodies, hug your grandmas, and rock your muumuus with pride.

Friday, September 17, 2010

Viva Japan!



Photo from highsnobiety.com


WOW, JAPANESE DESIGN! I FUCKING LOVE YOU! It's not just for your innovation and sleek, winking eye. It's that--at your best--you're the definition of classic modernity. Look at those AMAZING comb cases (above) from Phenomenon

If you don't believe that Tokyo is the new New York/Paris for men's fashion, I will now convince you. 

First, check out this hot bag from Swagger:


                                      

OR THIS CARDIGAN from NexusVII (in collaboration with British knitwear designer Inverallan):

                                                                                                                                                                           

  
 Look at the detailing:





That button is more beautiful, by itself, than 75% of the clothing I own. 


Speaking of beautiful coats, check out these from VICTIM (questionable name, gorgeous results). If you're loaded, buy one here:




What about these incredibly accurate technologically advanced watches from Seiko? They have electrophoretic display! Read the press release to learn more about the nerdiest, coolest features like 300 dpi resolution and total accuracy! If you don't give a shit, just admire the design:



Photo from hypebeast.com



In conclusion, sorry bout ya, THE WEST. I rest my case and submit to a jury of my peers. 

Thursday, September 16, 2010

Budapest, Hungary


Budapest did not have a lot going for it fashion wise. I did my best to get you guys some shots anyway even though I had to scour the streets for anything that was not drab.


There was a lot of construction going on. For some reason the work-wear around here was some of the more creative colorful stuff happening.






My friend Stearns, who is living in Budapest, wears one outfit until it literally wears off his body. We did some calculations and in the 13 years I have known him I have only seen him in 5 outfits. That includes this one he was wearing in Budapest. While I don't recommend this nor comprehend this, it does give him a movie star quality in my memories. Like when you think of James Dean he is always in that red jacket.


This guy is amazing.


Artist.


Musician.


Well laid out book nook.


If you're ever in Budapest you should swing by this place, Retrock Delux. I can't say I loved everything, but, I can say some stuff was damn cool. If I wasn't freezing in the rain I would have been tempted to buy some cool shorts they had. They had good bags as well as men's and women's clothes made by local designers, and jewelry. They have a second store which is just your basic vintage wear, which I would skip.


We were told Sunday would be a tumbleweed town and to expect nothing to do or see. We happened upon a street fair instead. We waited in line for a 1/2 hour for a kurtos kalac. Everyone else was doing it so we figured it was a must. It was this tall hallow thing served right off of the steel rod it was cooked on with sugar sprinkled on top.


Street Fairers.






The End.

Wednesday, September 15, 2010

How to Dress to Get Crushed on by Me

Welcome to How To Dress if You Are a TV or Film Star and You Want Carrie Leilam Love to Crush on You. 

Option 1: Power Professional

(viewing tip: watch on mute to avoid weird slow trance-hop soundtrack)


I know it's kinda gross, cuz she's so "mom." Admittedly, my crush on Claire Huxtable consists at most of a desire to gaze at her by candlelight over a nice dinner at a tablecloth restaurant while I dote on her and refill her wineglass.

Claire dressed in classy current skirt suits for work, mature but never dowdy outfits for family time, and when it was time for a banquet with Cliff she was GLAMOROUS.  Always impeccable but never too uptight.    

(viewing tip: watch on mute to avoid weird ambient house soundtrack, and you get the idea @0:30 if you don't want 9:00 + minutes of hot alpha bitch for some unfathomable reason)


Bette Porter, Power Dyke to end all Power Dykes. *Swoon*  Bette's designer power-suits are as much a part of her character as her controlling personality.  The picture of a Femme Aggresive, she is obviously queer without being a bit masculine.  And a lot of it is her swag but the rest is the outfits: fitted, well tailored, fashion-forward clothes that reference masculinity but only for the sake of turning it on its head with an added feminine detail or a collar open down to there to reveal cleavage. 

Speaking of cleavage, last in this category is Lisa Cuddy of the show House M.D.






Cuddy is sort of the Anti-Bette.  If Lisa Cuddy were a character on the L Word, Bette would seduce her, chop her down and toss her out.  While Cuddy's wardrobe is mostly suits as well, they are always skin-tight pencil-skirt-suits.  The tailoring is generally unsophisticated and basically consists of bust-enhancing darts on waist-length blazers with portrait collars and covered buttons. It might sound like I'm trashing her... and maybe I am a little... cuz she is definitely way closer to the porn version of a power-exec than the writers probably realize admit... and that's exactly what makes her hot.

Option 2: District Attorney

Jill Hennessy as Assistant District Attorney Claire Kincaid 


 Angie Harmon as Assistant District Attorney Abbie Carmichael

Both of these ladies wore boring sensible, conservative suits appropriate for their workplace. Now, to be clear, I am not saying that wearing DOJ approved attire is the way to get me to crush on you.  But if you maybe seem really really really gay and you're closeted or in denial and the boring suit seems like just another thing stifling the deep, hot, seething girl-lust you struggle to control every day... that could be hot.  Let's get that tired tweed ensemble off of you and on the floor where it belongs, counselor.

Option 3: Law Enforcement

Speaking of Angie Harmon, she has a new gig, as detective Rizzoli on Rizzoli & Isles.




Rizzoli's signature look is boot-cut slacks belted at the hip, a scoop-neck tshirt or sweater and a blazer with pushed-up or 3/4 length sleeves.  What's interesting about this show is that the relationship between Rizzoli and Isles is super gay, in a celluloid closet kind of way.  You can see for yourself here.

Also, I hate to tell you this, but I cannot in good conscious be remiss in letting you know that Angie Harmon is a right-wing conservative who is campaigning for Palin 2012.  Which makes her casting as the more masculine half of a pseudo-lesbian couple all the more... hot? or excruciatingly depressing? I can't decide.






OK. You had to know this was coming.  Detective Olivia Benson has been the gateway crush for a generation of lesbians.  Is it just me, or are most of these promo shots not super reflective of Olivia's signature look? I think they've femmed her up for picture day.  What I remember is: flat-front trousers, leather blazer, v-neck sweater.  And usually, she's wearing an undershirt, denying us even the little triangle of flesh the neckline would otherwise give us.  Would you look at how she's sitting in that last shot? So. Gay.

23-year-old tomboi Carrie with Mariska Hargitay Olivia Benson.  

Yes she is totally hot in person and has exactly the handshake you would expect. Very firm.

Option 4: You Could Totally Kill Me and That is How I Want to Die



I had posters of Peta Wilson as Le Femme Nikita covering an entire wall of my bedroom my senior year in High School.  She wore only two kinds of outfits: ass-kicking sexified military garb or 90s/Turn-of-the-21st-Century body-con cocktail dresses.  She was the one that introduced me to the "I don't know if want to do her or be her" part of being a homo.  I eventually decided on both.


Michelle Rodriguez in SWAT, The Fast and the Furious, and Girlfight

Ok, I don't want anyone thinking that I think guns are sexy in general. They are not. People use them to kill other people and the fact that we as humans even agree that they should exist anymore is beyond my comprehension.  But fantasy is the language of desire and for pretend, a chick in cargo pants with a firearm is HOT.  So is one in a beater and boxers under baggy pants covered in auto grease, and one who isn't afraid to spar with a dude.

Option 5: I would Funk Wit U IRL

This category is blank. I just want to point out that the type of chick I would crush on fer serious off-screen has never been on television.  Dear television, can we please have a show starring one or more masculine dykes of color with real short hair and pretty smiles?  A chick in a fitted and a White T and some dunks, maybe? Tasha from the L Word and Kima Greggs from The Wire are totes not cutting it.  I'm not saying you have to get actresses that are actually gay (though it couldn't hurt) but how about at least one who is willing to cut her hair instead of punishing it into the horrible butch ponytail that is not even cute on real dykes? PUHLEEEZZE?!?!
Love,
Carrie
P.S. Who is your TV crush?