Leigh Lezark Gets Dressed for the New York Times

Check it out! MisShapes reprezenting in the Style section, baby!

Here’s my favorite part of the article:

Fashion designers like Hedi Slimane of Dior Homme have looked to the MisShapes for influence, just as the press once used Edie Sedgwick as a radar of style. But listening to Ms. Lezark, it’s hard to see how or why she would she care about the exquisite refinements that interest stylists and editors.

When Mr. Mokkino suggested she might look good in a floor-length Marc Jacobs dress in a double layer of brown lace, Ms. Lezark smiled vaguely.

“Yeah, I’d wear that,” she said, “but I’d cut it off.”

Now don’t ask me what the point of the article is, I have no idea. It seems to be a piece about the fall season’s obsession with layering (yes, because layering never existed before Fall 2006) and how “real women” will take on this trend in their wardrobe.

I love that Leigh seems totally indifferent to the prompting of the stylists, telling him that the clothes are “too old” for her. This is the high-end equivalent of politely smiling at the salesgirl as she tells you that you look “AMAZING” in whatever item you are trying on.

For example, last month I was on my way to Jason‘s karaoke birthday party and stopped by this store Searle because it was just down the block. I tried on these knee-high leather boots with the outfit I had on–which included short shorts. I slipped on the boots and stood in front of the mirror and the salesgirl said that the boots were “sooo great” and that they looked “great” with my oufit. I looked at her like she was totally crazy because since when do short shorts and knee-high boots spell anything but “street walker”? Then another salesgirl came up with a pair of ugly boots and prompted me to try them on, which I flatly refused.

I know you guys want to sell stuff, but when you start praising bad outfit combos and thrust ugly shoes in my face, it’s really a turn off. If you’re going to suggest some item of clothing, make sure it’s for the better, not for the worse. Yuck.

Author: laura

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