Hudson Jeans Test #1: the SWAT Model files…

NAME: Caitlin Collings

AGE: 21

HOMETOWN: San Diego

DA LOOK: Wearing Madewell tank, Hudson jeans (minimally distressed); vintage brown booties found in Florida

DA JEANS: I love them. They’re comfortable. I’ve worn them five days in a row now. Washed and dried them. Not a tight feeling. I’ve never worn the distressed kind, really. I’m not usually into the distressed look at all, like Abercrombie and Fitch. I don’t like Abercrombie. I like Hudson low rise flare jeans, the skinny jeans that I can wear with boots, Vans, Converse, or sandals. I wear jeans over my bathing suit to the beach, not shorts. I can wear jeans for a good year before I need to get them fixed.

DA STYLE, CLOTHES: Of course, I’m a girl. I love to dress up, but Converse over heels. I force myself to buy dresses. Catherine Malandrino. Michael Kors bags and watches. My favorite color is purple. My bedroom in California is purple. I’d like to model for Calvin Klein.

DA STYLE, LIFE: Card and board games, backgammon, gin rummy, anything that interacts with other people. Last movie seen: Cloudy with a Side of Meatballs, with friends and a six year old.

Pamela Love’s “Where the Wild Things Are” collection for Opening Ceremony

What child within us can resist wild things? Fantastical illustrator Maurice Sendak gave us a glorious classic in his book, Where the Wild Things Are, where little Max turns into a king in a wild dream kingdom when the lights go out. Now, director Spike Jonze will debut a movie version of this book (October 16th). The fashion tribes suddenly want to tap into their inner beasts and get a bit…silly. After all, once we stop a moment and realize that mating with living wild things in dark hours can go terribly wrong and scary, maybe it’s best to opt for a furry pajama suit at Opening Ceremony, the store carrying a line of clothes and jewelry based on the movie.

While dropping a few hundred short of a grand for a furry suit might seem like the ultimate extravagance, these cuffs by jewelry designer Pamela Love do the trick for the girl who still wants style once the wild animated beast craze subsides. The two above — a bird claw, one of Love’s signatures — screams feline. The other a silver cuff with an inscribed image of little Max’s boat, remains Love’s favorite. “I love that one, the one I made about the little boy.” After all, all wild beasts started as little boys once.

Necklace by Pamela Love, for Where the Wild Things Are

Limi Feu does Alice B. Toklas in Paris

Limi Feu (born Limi Yamamoto), aka daughter of Yohji, took her fashion name “Feu” (“flame”) right out of a French dictionary when she began showing her collections in Paris two years ago. She had some intricate shoes to fill given her father’s sharp cut cloaks, architectural trousers, hoofed shoes, and all black interpretive clothes. Yamamoto always meant rock n’roll meets philospher’s son or androgynous daughter with wings. And Limi turned out several collections in the past few years that took the quirky cloaked, strapped, androgynous aesthetic and turned it a bit more romantic and whimsical, to wonderful effect. (See below from last year) Sadly though, her current inspirations rest solely in the grim dyke of the 1920′s, more Gertrude Stein and Alice B. Toklas. FUGLY.

Limi Feu, in prettier days….. BUT!

This spring, Limi turned out looks like these, from Paris this week

Artist Zane Lewis infuses rainbow vomit into Dakota Fanning’s Marc Jacobs ad

We live and breathe in a YOUTHQUAKE. Now, more than ever, people glorify perfect bodies and faces, the younger the better. So when an artist spends hours cutting up Chanel ads and collages them onto the face of Jesus Christ dying on a cross, you start to realize, honey, you can’t take it with you. Youth, beauty, even the Chanel thigh high boots. At the Mixed Greens Gallery in Chelsea, painter Zane Lewis seems to be saying just that. Also, fashion and religious icons interchange, both are worshipped.

The show, live until this Saturday evening, October 3rd, not only shows the deterioration of spirit behind the images we uphold in the fashionable world but also plays with perception. Skulls painted on mirrors are displayed in full length so that the viewer wonders who is looking back at them. What do we see in the mirror? Ultimately we end up a naked cranium. One of the skulls reflects light on the floor like xray eyes, life still glimmering. Cool.

I’m not sure who is going to meet us on the other side, or if another side exists. Pretty sure it won’t be Karl Lagerfeld. As for, Coco Chanel, she just might be in hell.

Zane Lewis, Mixed Greens Gallery, 531 West 26th Street, through evening October 3rd. Pictured below: Zane Lewis, Why Have You Forsaken Me (Death and the Impossibility of Eternal Youth) 2009