New Style for New England: Fashion World Welcomes New Name
Boston, MA - Friday November 15, 2008 New designer Andrew D'Agostino is releasing a brand new line to kick off his own design career and the fashion community has high hopes for this new upstart. New Hampshire native Andrew D'Agostino will be putting on a show to announce his entrance into the hall of elite designers with high fashion styles that will knock your pitifully uninteresting socks off and replace them with high fashion hosiery cradled in luxury footwear. D’Agostino’s designs range from simple elegance to sensational extravagance and everywhere in between. The show is open to the public, but space is limited, so claim your seat now. This is an event you won’t want to miss.
Recent college graduates will be in for a treat as well! Andrew will be selecting former students of any industry and they will each receive a custom look from his brand new line. Men and women of any age can qualify, but must be no more than a year out of college and interviewing for a job in your field.
For more details on rules and entry requirements or just information on Andrew’s brilliant upcoming show, visit Andrew’s design blog at http://www.dagostinodesigns.blogspot.com/ today!
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
Slight retraction/correction
Ok, so I've noticed in a few comments on my "what I wanna be" blog reference what I said about my parents not being supportive and seriously, I wish I had addressed it sooner. I worded that really poorly, and inadvertently made my fantastic parents sound really awful. If I could pick my parents, I wouldn't be able to choose anyone better than who I have, and I failed to effectively convey that and honestly, I've simply been too lazy to correct it, but I know, even if they don't read this blog (which is likely, they aren't quite net-savvy) that I'd be doing my parents a disservice if I left this uncorrected. My parents have been supportive of just about every direction I've wanted to go in my life. My mom simply told me some of the stigmas attached to men in the fashion industry and let me choose for myself whether or not it was right for me (clearly neither of us foresaw what my personality would be back then). So I'm putting this out there now, later than I should have. When I said "less than supportive" it was true, but only slightly, so hopefully I've conveyed that a little better with this little edit, because seriously, I kinda felt like a tool leaving it the way I did. Hope that cleared things up a bit for ya! :)
Thursday, October 16, 2008
My Fantasy Product
First I'd like to apologize for the absolute lack of fun and/or wit in my title. I'm a little ashamed.
And now onto my long toiled after product idea. Seriously, took me forever to think of something, I'm only putting this because I'm out of time, scout's honor.
I'm going to launch a line of designs by designer Andrea D'Agostino (and no, it's not a girl's name, that's the Italian version of Andrew.) He's an up and coming designer starting a new business and trying to make a name for himself by not only releasing a new line of both ready to wear and avant garde pieces, but donating several of them to recent college graduates on job hunts. Gotta look good for those interviews, after all! If I could draw I'd include sketches, but as it stands, odds are I'll either do without or have a friend do them, unless I really need them, but I guess we'll see, now won't we? Now I just need to find a sponsor to donate some materials for these lovely new interview pieces. Wish me Luck! lol
And now onto my long toiled after product idea. Seriously, took me forever to think of something, I'm only putting this because I'm out of time, scout's honor.
I'm going to launch a line of designs by designer Andrea D'Agostino (and no, it's not a girl's name, that's the Italian version of Andrew.) He's an up and coming designer starting a new business and trying to make a name for himself by not only releasing a new line of both ready to wear and avant garde pieces, but donating several of them to recent college graduates on job hunts. Gotta look good for those interviews, after all! If I could draw I'd include sketches, but as it stands, odds are I'll either do without or have a friend do them, unless I really need them, but I guess we'll see, now won't we? Now I just need to find a sponsor to donate some materials for these lovely new interview pieces. Wish me Luck! lol
Wednesday, October 1, 2008
Me and my nostalgic future...
What do I wanna be when I grow up? Hmmmm, let me think…. I have wanted to be so many different things, especially throughout high school, it might be easier to tell you what I DIDN’T wanna be, but I’ll do my best I suppose.
My earliest memory f career aspiration came in Kindergarten. My brother and I were in a fashion show my school was putting on and when asked what I wanted to be I told them I’d like to be a salesmen like my Dad. At the time, and in fact, almost as long as I can remember, he was in textile sales and I had a HUGE case of hero worship for my dad. He was, is, and as far as I can tell always will be one of the best people I’ve ever known, but I digress.
After K I wised up and decided sales was a bit… well it just wasn’t very ME. So, realizing I had plenty of time to decide I never gave it anymore thought for quite some time. Then 7th grade rolled around and the question popped up again as an assignment. Still wanting to potentially work with my Dad, I chose fashion design. I had the silly idea that I could use the fabrics he sold in my designs. (Which would have been awful, he sold Polartec Fleece, not always too pretty.)
That aspiration, however, was short lived as my parents were less than supportive. They didn’t doubt me or my abilities, just worried, as parents often will, about what others may think of me. I never pursued any work in pursuit of fashion after that. I often regret that decision because, as you may have guessed, I still have an incredible passion for fashion. I’m not just saying that to be cute and rhymey, I mean it. Have you ever stared at a runway show on your computer screen and gasped, replaying it over and over and never ceasing to be amazed? If fashion was air, I’d breathe deeply of it for hours on end. But again, I digress. (Can’t help it, I’m feeling nostalgic now.)
In high school I really started on the crazy career-path plan. I jumped from path to path, all totally out of the blue and in no way to connected to each other. I started wanting to be a lawyer, I was a big fan of The Practice and had the notion that maybe, just maybe, life would really be that exciting in a courtroom. That phase was short lived and I moved instead to Archeology. I decided shortly thereafter that digging in the desert was just not my dream and dropped it after wasting a semester in high school with “anthropology” classes that proved to be little more than crafting classes. Then I decided that Botany could be a fascinating field as I’ve always had a love of plants. I wanted to know how they operated, how they grow, but there’s only so much you can ask a tulip, and once again I lost interest.
Now the question has returned in full force, having not seen it since high school. “And just what do you plan on doing with your forty thousand dollar degree, Andy?” I have yet to answer the question and every month I get closer to not having any time left to decide. Teaching is definitely a no go, but I’ve always wondered at how I would be in marketing or public relation, and sometimes my mind even wanders back to fashion, tempting me to leave my last year of college behind me a start all over somewhere new and risk everything for a dream that seems ever more unlikely. I’m not entirely sure what I want to be when I grow up. I want to be a part of the fashion world, I don’t care how; I just know I would relish the opportunity to be a part of it, if only for a moment. I have to admit, I’m pretty sure that Peter Pan kid had it made with the whole, “kid forever” deal he’s got going on. Lucky bastard.
My earliest memory f career aspiration came in Kindergarten. My brother and I were in a fashion show my school was putting on and when asked what I wanted to be I told them I’d like to be a salesmen like my Dad. At the time, and in fact, almost as long as I can remember, he was in textile sales and I had a HUGE case of hero worship for my dad. He was, is, and as far as I can tell always will be one of the best people I’ve ever known, but I digress.
After K I wised up and decided sales was a bit… well it just wasn’t very ME. So, realizing I had plenty of time to decide I never gave it anymore thought for quite some time. Then 7th grade rolled around and the question popped up again as an assignment. Still wanting to potentially work with my Dad, I chose fashion design. I had the silly idea that I could use the fabrics he sold in my designs. (Which would have been awful, he sold Polartec Fleece, not always too pretty.)
That aspiration, however, was short lived as my parents were less than supportive. They didn’t doubt me or my abilities, just worried, as parents often will, about what others may think of me. I never pursued any work in pursuit of fashion after that. I often regret that decision because, as you may have guessed, I still have an incredible passion for fashion. I’m not just saying that to be cute and rhymey, I mean it. Have you ever stared at a runway show on your computer screen and gasped, replaying it over and over and never ceasing to be amazed? If fashion was air, I’d breathe deeply of it for hours on end. But again, I digress. (Can’t help it, I’m feeling nostalgic now.)
In high school I really started on the crazy career-path plan. I jumped from path to path, all totally out of the blue and in no way to connected to each other. I started wanting to be a lawyer, I was a big fan of The Practice and had the notion that maybe, just maybe, life would really be that exciting in a courtroom. That phase was short lived and I moved instead to Archeology. I decided shortly thereafter that digging in the desert was just not my dream and dropped it after wasting a semester in high school with “anthropology” classes that proved to be little more than crafting classes. Then I decided that Botany could be a fascinating field as I’ve always had a love of plants. I wanted to know how they operated, how they grow, but there’s only so much you can ask a tulip, and once again I lost interest.
Now the question has returned in full force, having not seen it since high school. “And just what do you plan on doing with your forty thousand dollar degree, Andy?” I have yet to answer the question and every month I get closer to not having any time left to decide. Teaching is definitely a no go, but I’ve always wondered at how I would be in marketing or public relation, and sometimes my mind even wanders back to fashion, tempting me to leave my last year of college behind me a start all over somewhere new and risk everything for a dream that seems ever more unlikely. I’m not entirely sure what I want to be when I grow up. I want to be a part of the fashion world, I don’t care how; I just know I would relish the opportunity to be a part of it, if only for a moment. I have to admit, I’m pretty sure that Peter Pan kid had it made with the whole, “kid forever” deal he’s got going on. Lucky bastard.
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
"Drinkies"
Imaged used by permission of the Artist
12x16 oil on panel
That damn wrap. Richard didn’t even know people wore those anymore, it just seemed so…. 20’s. Here she was, this lovely young lady, her intentions for Richard quite clear and he couldn’t take his eyes off of it. He sipped his drink, nodding politely at whatever it was she had said, the cool liquid biting down his throat. He had started a staring contest with it. Cold, dead, probably fake eyes staring back at him from the woman’s shoulder. She probably thought he was only interested in her rack, which would have been true if not for the cheap fox fur wrap draped eerily across her shoulders. She was, after all, dreadfully boring.
He tried to ignore it, taking stock of the rest of her, trying to find out if it was even worth it, despite the tragedy around her neck. He even went as far as to try and listen to what she was saying. No luck, she was still just slightly more interesting than the floorboards they were standing on, prattling on about some girl named Tiffany and how she cheated on John. He knew neither Tiffany nor John and had long since suspected this girl to be simply dumb. She was doing a wonderful job of proving him right, so far her only redeeming quality.
He took another sip, the harmonious tang of several liquors bringing him closer and closer to hopefully not caring about that scarf or whatever. He looked at his glass sadly, realizing it was almost empty, no chance this drink would do, which was a shame. There was no way to ignore it sober. He finished off his drink and finally blinked, conceding defeat to his artificial foe before making up some lame excuse about finding his friends or something, any excuse to get away from it. He politely exchanged numbers with her, inwardly hoping she’d never call and smiled as he walked away.
“Goodnight you two.” He said, waving as he left. "I hope you both have a lovely evening.”
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
Chew on this, ladies and gents.
My blog will likely not follow the traditional vein (assuming there is one). I don’t plan on covering world hunger, my own political opinions, animal dating (though I did thoroughly enjoy that one) or some other sort of popular, earth-shattering problem. Nope, instead my blog will detail a social topic that affects us all, something often undervalued, the impact of which is constantly underestimated.
I’m blogging about fashion. From the first guy to cover his junk with a leaf, to Karl Lagerfeld’s new line of 24k gold fur, fashion has influenced life and society all over the world. Starting as merely a function for survival, clothing has evolved faster than any other species, changing and growing, practically by the day and it plays a role in the life of EVERYONE. (Yes, even you, Goth kid). I believe the queen mother of chic, Coco Chanel, put it best when she said “Fashion is not something that exists in dresses only. Fashion is in the sky, in the street, fashion has to do with ideas, the way we live, what is happening.” Link and yes, there is a whole webpage full of Coco Chanel quotes. The woman was brilliant after all.
People rarely give fashion the credit it deserves, writing it off as simply another overpaid, overpriced industry, promoting excess and all sorts of mayhem. Those people are only partially correct. Fashion thrives in excess, but what doesn’t these days? You need to eat to survive, but you don’t need to eat filet mignon. If you’re gonna go overboard on one thing, why not make it something that will last? By definition, anything beyond necessity is excess. You don’t need a big house, just one that will cover you when it rains, and it doesn’t need to warm up to 60 degrees in winter, but it sure is nice. Life today is all about excess. Don’t let anyone tell you different. And let’s be honest, we all love a little mayhem, it makes life more interesting.
Most people who don’t consider themselves “trendy” like to pretend that fashion doesn’t touch them. They are immune to it and living perfectly happy without it, but riddle me this all you supposed non-conformists: did you make that shirt you’re wearing? Because unless you make all your own clothes (and usually even if you do) then fashion is touching your life at this very moment. Fashion is a rare art form, incorporating almost every sense: the fresh smell of new cotton, the rustle of a crisp button-down, the dazzling arrays of color, and of course the smooth sheen of silk. Fashion is a living, growing entity in and of itself, changing the face of the world constantly and marking each country, each region, even each clique with its own unique brand, and we should all be lucky enough to realize its importance.
I’m blogging about fashion. From the first guy to cover his junk with a leaf, to Karl Lagerfeld’s new line of 24k gold fur, fashion has influenced life and society all over the world. Starting as merely a function for survival, clothing has evolved faster than any other species, changing and growing, practically by the day and it plays a role in the life of EVERYONE. (Yes, even you, Goth kid). I believe the queen mother of chic, Coco Chanel, put it best when she said “Fashion is not something that exists in dresses only. Fashion is in the sky, in the street, fashion has to do with ideas, the way we live, what is happening.” Link and yes, there is a whole webpage full of Coco Chanel quotes. The woman was brilliant after all.
People rarely give fashion the credit it deserves, writing it off as simply another overpaid, overpriced industry, promoting excess and all sorts of mayhem. Those people are only partially correct. Fashion thrives in excess, but what doesn’t these days? You need to eat to survive, but you don’t need to eat filet mignon. If you’re gonna go overboard on one thing, why not make it something that will last? By definition, anything beyond necessity is excess. You don’t need a big house, just one that will cover you when it rains, and it doesn’t need to warm up to 60 degrees in winter, but it sure is nice. Life today is all about excess. Don’t let anyone tell you different. And let’s be honest, we all love a little mayhem, it makes life more interesting.
Most people who don’t consider themselves “trendy” like to pretend that fashion doesn’t touch them. They are immune to it and living perfectly happy without it, but riddle me this all you supposed non-conformists: did you make that shirt you’re wearing? Because unless you make all your own clothes (and usually even if you do) then fashion is touching your life at this very moment. Fashion is a rare art form, incorporating almost every sense: the fresh smell of new cotton, the rustle of a crisp button-down, the dazzling arrays of color, and of course the smooth sheen of silk. Fashion is a living, growing entity in and of itself, changing the face of the world constantly and marking each country, each region, even each clique with its own unique brand, and we should all be lucky enough to realize its importance.
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