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Stylin' 912

Author: Alyx Gorman
Wednesday, 11 June 2008

We’d like to reintroduce funky new label halfstar clothing. Last week we gave you a taste of their work, but sadly for them (and embarrassing for us!) we spelled their name incorrectly. Just to reiterate it’s halfstar clothing – two words no caps, here they are in their own words to make up:
LABEL: halfstar clothing
WHAT: F***ing Cool Hoodies and Tees with crazy shit printed on em that'll make you smile, laugh, fall over and generally have a great time whilst still wearing clothes.
WHY: We aren't really sure. But whether you need something to keep you warm and looking cool this winter, or need something new this weekend that’s going to make the party all about you, halfstar has come through with the goods.
WHO : Me, you, that guy down the street and even that hot chick next door. In fact, especially her. In fishnets. With a midget and two blow up sheep.
WHEN : Now I guess.
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(links on our website)

The word ‘icon’ is bandied around a lot in the fashion industry, to the point where it’s lost a bit of its meaning. So when we say that Yves Saint Laurent was an icon, we mean it in the fullest, deepest, strongest sense of the world. His work was revolutionary, causing waves both inside and outside the fashion industry. This week, we’re remembering YSL.

American fashion’s answer to the Oscars was held last week. Hosted by comedian Fran Lebowitz, the award ceremony honoured some of the USA’s biggest fashion players. Francisco Costa took out the gong for best womenswear, while the menswear award went to the very yummy Tom Ford. In a shocking turn of events, Marc Jacobs didn’t score the accessories award (he’s won it multiple times in the past), that prize went to ballet flatterer Tory Burch. Savant-sisters Rodarte were honoured as the best young fashion designers, and New York’s mayor also received kudos. While designers well and truly outnumbered celebrities on the night, it was the stars who captured the internet’s imagination. Victoria Beckham’s cut-out-heart Marc Jacobs dress and Maggie Gyllenhaal’s Proenza Schouler number both featured on fashion faux-pas blog Go Fug Yourself the next day.

It’s not quite fashion, but it is funny. Last week 100 teenagers protested against the Daily Mail in London. The tabloid’s transgression- Accusing band My Chemical Romance of being a suicide cult. The misery of emos tried to dress for the day, with one paper reporting young girls in t-shirts emblazoned with slogans like “think happy thoughts”. While the band of protesters initially intended marching all the way up to the Daily Mail’s offices, police quickly ended their plans. Perhaps it’s because their route would have taken the group through ultra-classy Kensington High Street, and while black may be the colour of fashion, no one wants to risk eyeliner damaging the Chanel.


1936: Yves Saint Laurent is born in the town of Oran, Algeria to French parents.
1954: After a brief stint at fashion school, Yves leaves home to work for renowned French courtier Christian Dior. Dior rose to fame after pioneering the post-war ‘new look’; a wide and feminine silhouette that would later define ‘50s fashion.
1957: Christian Dior dies, leaving Yves Saint Laurent to take over. His work is a roaring success and the Dior house is saved from financial ruin. Shortly afterward Yves is conscripted to serve in the French army. After 20 days of horrific hazing by his fellow army men, Yves suffers a mental breakdown and has to be institutionalised. He looses his position at Dior as a result.
1962: With the financial help of long-term business and romantic partner Pierre Bergé, Yves Saint Laurent launches his namesake label.
1966: Yves creates Le Smoking, arguably the most iconic outfit of the twentieth century. Based on a 19th century men’s tuxedo, Le Smoking revolutionises womenswear. The same year he launches YSL Rive Gauche, the world’s first respectable line of ready-to-wear clothing. The move ‘democratises’ fashion, a major goal for a man who always looked to the streets for inspiration. Along with Paco Rabanne, he is one of the first designers to use black models in his shows.
1983: Yves becomes the first ever living designer to be honoured by the Metropolitan Museum of Art.
1980’s and 90’s: YSL is credited with kick starting the careers of many of the decades’ great ‘supers’ including Naomi Campbell, now the face of the house.
1993: Yves Saint Laurent and Pierre Bergé sell the YSL fashion house to a pharmaceuticals company for six hundred million dollars.
1999: The Gucci group buys YSL and asks Tom Ford to design the ready-to-wear lines. Yves Saint Laurent continues to design YSL couture.
2002: Yves Saint Laurent retires from fashion design, closing the couture branch of the label. The ready-to-wear line lives on through the Gucci group.
2008: Yves Saint Laurent dies on 1 June after a long battle with brain cancer.

The launch party for Replay Faces was an evening of sugar-sweet refinement. Waiters glided around primped guests offering exotic canapés and then seemingly endless trays of miniature ice-cream cones. Hyper-attentive bar staff kept every wine glass full leaving the crowd at Challis Studios as charmed as they were cultivated. The venue’s warm lighting made for a sea of pretty faces and the party held its level of light-hearted and civilised decorum even after trays and trays of Peroni and red wine had been doled out to the guests. The night ended with gift bags, as happy guests shuffled unenthusiastically out of the cosy interior into the miserable Sydney rain.

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Replay is an exciting denim label hot from the streets of Italy. With sexy Erin McNaught as their brand ambassador, they are all set to make a splash on the Australian scene. To celebrate their Australian launch, they are partnering with Oyster Magazine to launch an online modelling competition. The winners will receive a modelling contract with chic, a $10,000 wardrobe from Replay and a shoot in Oyster! To find out more visit:


Given the choice, any sane person would choose Tristan Blair black patent leather gladiator platforms over a second-hand pair of loafers that waft with the stench of death. But when sorting through my wardrobe recently, it came to my attention that my favourite pieces of clothing are actually pre-loved – op shop odour included.

Laid out before me was an accumulation of vintage pieces sourced exclusively from charity stores across regional Australia, from Ballina to Ballarat. In the trend arena, however, Crown Street in Sydney and Melbourne’s equivalent, Gertrude Street, are the favoured destinations for the fashion-forward wanting to go back to decades past.

Why the vintage fixation- It is about an eccentricity that has sadly been lost within today’s chain-store environment. How many times have you come to blows (or wanted to) because some slapper is wearing your gear- It’s time to kiss your illusions of individuality goodbye, mass-consumerist comrades! It is much nicer being complimented on a vintage piece. There’s a smug satisfaction in knowing that no amount of money or time will ever give another your nan’s old church hat, or the 1980’s Valentino jacket you picked up for small change at an out of the way vinnies.

Vintage is not just a cheapskate’s way out either. Designer vintage, since Nicole Ritchie was first seen obscured behind oversized Dior shades, is particularly stimulating for retrophiles like myself. Chanel’s quilted 2.55 lambskin bags, Hermes’ Crocodile Porosus Birkin’s and classic Gucci monogrammed messengers, are the holy grail of vintage, granting those with genuine articles instant style status. The quality of these pieces means that they have withstood the test of time and will remain intact for years to come, unlike many contemporary off-the-rack pieces that disintegrate before the season is over.

Confidence and subtlety are essential in pulling off vintage. The general idea is teaming statement pieces with current styles to avoid seeming garish or gaudy. Unless you’ve consulted Rachel Zoe or Estee Stanley, head-to-toe is not recommended, as you could end up looking like you’re on the way to the bingo night at your local RSL.

There are few greater feelings in the world than picking up a bargain vintage item only to find something similar featured in a glossy magazine, draped across a supermodel and embellished with a label. That said, I’d be genuinely surprised to see my 1980’s snap-crotch fluorescent floral leotard featured in this month’s trend prediction pages.

Ingrid Kesa