what the hell Chloe?
I don't think you all have known me long enough to know about my secret love/hate relationship with Chloe Sevigny. But my mom does and anytime there is any news about her at all, she'll roll her eyes and say, "Oh it's your friend Chloe" in a sarcastic tone. One year for my birthday my mom purchased me a subscription to Vogue. I worked at Mack Corporation at the time and would drag it out at lunch and quite literally read it from cover to cover. I loved Vogue. Everything in it was so beautiful and the language was so sophisticated. I didn't care that I didn't understand most of it, I kept reading in the hopes that I would absorb it. I did actually, absorb it I mean. I somehow understood the obscure socialite references and fashion talk. I loved it. What I didn't love however was the hero worship of Chloe Sevigny as some sort of fashion maverick. "She wears black pumps that are too big for her and then ties them on her feet with rubber bands! If I did that everyone would think I was an idiot!" I railed at my mom and everyone who would listen. In nearly every issue they would show her wearing something completely ill-fitting and bizarre and rave about how fabulous she was.
At some point she normaled out a bit and even I thought she was kind of cool. She is a rather interesting actress and, even though I find what little I've seen of The Brown Bunny kind of disgusting and not only because Vincent Gallo makes me want to vomit, I kind of like the fact that she made what is essentially an artsy porno and then bounced right back into mainstream films. That's no small feat in our current conservative climate! She gave real live head on film and then came right back into starring in the show Big Love. Clearly she is either a genius or lucky. I don't know. And I love that she seems totally unaffected by fame and that she does whatever the hell she wants. So the last time my mom mentioned her I actually said that she has grown on me a bit. I reassured my mom that she had tamed down the wackiness. Recently I had even like some of the things that she had been wearing!
Then I heard about her new clothing line and thought, okay this will be interesting. I envisioned a reinvented take on the things my mom wore when she was younger; classic 70s silhouettes and simple colors. I thought it would be glamorous but accessible. I was SO wrong! Apparently the crazy had never quite disappeared, it was waiting under the surface. I like a few of the pieces, I won't lie. Some of it reminds me so strongly of my high school years but that doesn't necessarily make it edgy or even interesting. Why pay high dollar for stuff that I'm sure I could find in mom's attic under 'Jessie's Old Clothes' I ask you? Maybe that is her true genius then, that people will buy this stuff and oooh and ahhh over it because it is called high fashion. Maybe she's laughing all the way to the bank.
Or maybe she is just really nuts.
At some point she normaled out a bit and even I thought she was kind of cool. She is a rather interesting actress and, even though I find what little I've seen of The Brown Bunny kind of disgusting and not only because Vincent Gallo makes me want to vomit, I kind of like the fact that she made what is essentially an artsy porno and then bounced right back into mainstream films. That's no small feat in our current conservative climate! She gave real live head on film and then came right back into starring in the show Big Love. Clearly she is either a genius or lucky. I don't know. And I love that she seems totally unaffected by fame and that she does whatever the hell she wants. So the last time my mom mentioned her I actually said that she has grown on me a bit. I reassured my mom that she had tamed down the wackiness. Recently I had even like some of the things that she had been wearing!
Then I heard about her new clothing line and thought, okay this will be interesting. I envisioned a reinvented take on the things my mom wore when she was younger; classic 70s silhouettes and simple colors. I thought it would be glamorous but accessible. I was SO wrong! Apparently the crazy had never quite disappeared, it was waiting under the surface. I like a few of the pieces, I won't lie. Some of it reminds me so strongly of my high school years but that doesn't necessarily make it edgy or even interesting. Why pay high dollar for stuff that I'm sure I could find in mom's attic under 'Jessie's Old Clothes' I ask you? Maybe that is her true genius then, that people will buy this stuff and oooh and ahhh over it because it is called high fashion. Maybe she's laughing all the way to the bank.
Or maybe she is just really nuts.