Tuesday, September 6, 2011
Figo Hair Salon Event
Figo Hair Salon outfitted their models in Kelly Lynne garments for their 2011 Customer Appreciation Party. Fashion Stylist Rebecca Voigt was kind enough to send on some photos from the event.
Thursday, September 1, 2011
2011 Look Book Preview
I was given 4 preview shots today of my Lookbook. There are 18 more on the way. I am so happy with the way they turned out. Special thanks to my team on this shoot -
Photography: Michelle Matiyow
Models: Maeve, Lizzie Gallup
Make up: Aferdita Qafa
Hair: Sara Landis
Styling:Rebecca Voigt
Photography Assistants: Sarah Alleman , Rob Blews, Christian Najjar
Most especially Michelle, who although is hands down one of the most talented photographers I have ever met, and could easily tell me to piss off for being impatient, yet still remains so kind and understanding with me, even though I badger and harass her daily for these photos.
(You can make each photo larger by clicking on it.)
Photography: Michelle Matiyow
Models: Maeve, Lizzie Gallup
Make up: Aferdita Qafa
Hair: Sara Landis
Styling:Rebecca Voigt
Photography Assistants: Sarah Alleman , Rob Blews, Christian Najjar
Most especially Michelle, who although is hands down one of the most talented photographers I have ever met, and could easily tell me to piss off for being impatient, yet still remains so kind and understanding with me, even though I badger and harass her daily for these photos.
(You can make each photo larger by clicking on it.)
news, updates.
I had the pleasure of being a part of the People's Art Festival Fashion Show this past weekend. The People's Art Fest is kind of like, if normal boring art fests actually were full of amazing art, instead of ugly paintings of flowers that cost way too much, and pottery. It takes place every year at the Russell Industrial in Detroit, and in addition to art they have bands, food, and this year, a fashion show. Here are some photos!
(Cage skirts by Helena Theosakakoneko, Spandex top by Angela McBride, half collar top by Kelly Lynne)
The fashion show was presented by Anna Goldstone, a fashion stylist whose goal was to show off local talent and how you can mix and match pieces from multiple local designers and create great looks. Involved besides myself were, Helena Theosakakoneko of Kinki Kitty, Justin Smith, Angela McBride of Peace Love Spandex, and Fotoula Lambros of FLD.
On September 23rd, I'm involved in another show, this time the main feature is launching the new collection from designer Emily Thornhill, presenting her collection "Homeslice". The show will be featuring myself, Terrance Sullivan, Camilo Pardo and obviously Emily Thornhill. There are a bunch of great people involved, such as Pop Up Detroit and Rich Rice from Detroit by Design. We had a meeting about it last night and I'm really excited - it's going to be quite the production and many buyers and boutique owners and other industry moguls will be in attendance. I'm so fortunate this summer to have had so many outlets in which to show off my 2011 collection. I can hardly believe it's time to start working on 2012. I will be announcing my 2012 inspiration and sketches here soon, so check back this month.
I'm also doing a slight shift to continue to focus on building my costume design portfolio. I am open this month to take on custom costume design projects for anyone planning on attending Theatre Bizarre this year. Please contact me asap if you are interested at ktsager@gmail.com
In addition, if you'd like to see what inspires me on a daily bases, follow me on tumblr.
And lastly, I'd like to thank Zera at Brite Idea Tattoo in Ypsilanti, for the amazing new ink she did for me yesterday. My tribute to my biggest inspiration, Alexander McQueen. No better way to always remember the people who inspired you to do things your way, then to immortalize them on your skin, FOR LIFE. ;)
Tuesday, August 9, 2011
Sunday, August 7, 2011
Pop Up Fashion Show
The show last night was so much fun. And if the dudes who asked me if my models were cats or ballerinas, I'd like to publicly state here that each collection I do tells a specific story. I'm not that shallow. The fall 2011 collection is about the death of youth.
The collection is actually 22 pieces, but I could only use 8 last night, and I thought it was actually really fun to try and get the same point across with less looks. I used much harder/darker make up, bandaged their hands with lace as if they were in some kind of delicate soft suicidal recovery. I think it came off really well.
It was so much fun to finally be a part of a collaborative event. I loved all the other designers and artists, and to have a runway show with Dethlab playing was just brilliant. It was so intense. Kelly Jean and Rebecca were the finale in black and white swan, and they did this insane stand off that was like swan lake meets mcqueen's spring/summer '05 It's All A Game Show. It was perfect. I almost cried.
Saturday, August 6, 2011
2011 Editorial Previews!
Photography: Michelle Matiyow
Models: Maeve and Lizzie Gallup
Make up: Aferdita Qafa
Hair: Sara Landis
Styling:Rebecca Voigt
Design:Kelly Lynne
Photography Assistants: Sarah Alleman , Rob Blews, Christian Najjar
Sunday, July 24, 2011
Kelly Lynne in the July Issue of Styleline Magazine
Thanks Styleline Magazine, for featuring me in your "Top Designers of Detroit" spread in the July Issue!
2011 Collection Lookbook Photoshoot
A few weeks ago I wrapped up my 2011 Lookbook shoot. I haven't gotten the final images back yet, but here are some "behind the scenes" preview photos. It was a great day, and I was very lucky to work with such a talented crew.
Photographer Michelle Matiyow, Models Lizzie and Maeve, Stylist Rebecca Stevens, Hair Sara Landis, Make up Aferdita Quafa, Photo Assistants Sarah Alleman, Rob Blews and Christian Najjar. THANK YOU ALL from the bottom of my heart. It's not often you can get a big group of people together who "get" why throwing in a headless doll or a creepy plastic easter bunny is necessary, but these people got it. Final images to come.
We are planning on another shoot in the very near feature that will be 100% costume design focused. It's going deliciously insane and more awesome than anthing I've ever done before.
Photographer Michelle Matiyow, Models Lizzie and Maeve, Stylist Rebecca Stevens, Hair Sara Landis, Make up Aferdita Quafa, Photo Assistants Sarah Alleman, Rob Blews and Christian Najjar. THANK YOU ALL from the bottom of my heart. It's not often you can get a big group of people together who "get" why throwing in a headless doll or a creepy plastic easter bunny is necessary, but these people got it. Final images to come.
We are planning on another shoot in the very near feature that will be 100% costume design focused. It's going deliciously insane and more awesome than anthing I've ever done before.
Friday, July 22, 2011
Pop Up Detroit Fashion Show
Pop Up Detroit will celebrate their one year anniversary with their first fashion show to be held in New Center Park. New Center Park, located on Second and Grand Blvd, will be transformed into a sculpture garden and fashion runway for one night only.
Pop Up Detroit has inhabited 3 locations in the past year to bring a new experience to their audience each time. Taking local talent into spaces that traditionally have not been used as galleries. As time passes and they begin to grow they hope to branch into new mediums and spaces, while continuing to show case the best talent as well as the most interesting gems in the city.
Music Will Be Provided By:
Dethlab
Joe Vargas of Tour Detroit
Drew Pompa of Blank Artists
Fashion Designers:
Fotoula
Camilo Pardo
Abigail Rist
Kristin Mallison
Kristi Burgett
Kelly Sager
Sculpture By:
Israel Nordin
Eric Froh
Amanda Box
Scott Berels
RSVP on Facebook here!
I'm really excited to be a part of this fantastic event.
Pop Up Detroit has inhabited 3 locations in the past year to bring a new experience to their audience each time. Taking local talent into spaces that traditionally have not been used as galleries. As time passes and they begin to grow they hope to branch into new mediums and spaces, while continuing to show case the best talent as well as the most interesting gems in the city.
Music Will Be Provided By:
Dethlab
Joe Vargas of Tour Detroit
Drew Pompa of Blank Artists
Fashion Designers:
Fotoula
Camilo Pardo
Abigail Rist
Kristin Mallison
Kristi Burgett
Kelly Sager
Sculpture By:
Israel Nordin
Eric Froh
Amanda Box
Scott Berels
RSVP on Facebook here!
I'm really excited to be a part of this fantastic event.
Wednesday, June 29, 2011
why i love new york.
New York, I love you.
I didn't used to *love* New York. In fact, during the two years I spent living there while I was at F.I.T going to school, I had a lot of "hate" days. It's 2 a.m., you haven't slept in 2 days because of some insane puff sleeve project, and the E train just decides it's not going to come to take you home. Ever. Or you get stuck in a crowd full of people somewhere between the garment district and times square, someone smashes into you while talking on their cell phone which causes your bag to drop and your new fabric swatches to scatter like leaves all over 7th avenue. You watch as muddy shoes step on your silk organza. When you lean down, scrambling to collect them, because they are needed for a project due in 45 minutes, someone smashes into you and spills coffee on your new vintage leather jacket. It's always too hot, too cold, too smelly, too windy, too snowy, or too something. You don't drive when you live in New York, so you're always INSIDE New York. Engulfed by it. A piece of it. Moving among the sea of bodies, becoming a single living breathing thing, that is the city. When I lived there, I lived alone for two years. I had a few friends, but my boyfriend was still in Michigan, my family far away. For all purposes, I was alone most of the time. I battled cockroaches, rats (both in my apartment, yes), missing trains, crazy cab drivers, rude people, emergency rooms, strep throat, laryngitis, anxiety attacks...and more.
When my time had come and I graduated from F.I.T. and my boyfriend proposed, and I weighed out all my options, and decided to move back to Michigan with him. I also had big dreams that I needed to accomplish immediately (launching my own line, having a show...feeling free to do what I wanted with my business) - which was much easier to do in Michigan. I graduated when I was 30 - I had no time to intern for free with other designers for 5 years before finally getting an offer to *maybe* get someones coffee while they abused the new interns. I missed grass and backyards and my family. I wanted a dog. Less people, less of a fight. It all felt too hard. I was exhausted. Plus, I wanted to make everyone else happy. I came back.
While I still don't regret that decision, a giant piece of my heart remains in New York. I'm not sure I even realized to what magnitude. Last month I went back for the first time since I graduated, it had been two years. I revisited my school, walked the halls, peering into the dark classrooms over the lumpy shapes of rows and rows of tattered dress forms and lines of beautiful industrial sewing machines. The lump in my throat grew. I left school with an aching heart, and walked up 7th avenue to the garment district, where I had spent two years feverishly running from shop to shop looking for the "right" fabric for some new project. I went back to the neighborhood I lived in my first year. Williamsburg, even you had changed. Once a mecca for hipsters and artists, now overrun with baby carriages and screaming children. But still, the lump in my throat grew even more when I saw my favorite taco truck, and the dive bar my boyfriend and I shared many giant beers served in Styrofoam cups, and had great conversations. I went inside, and for old times sake, stole another "out for a smoke!" Rosemary's Tavern coaster. The coasters hadn't changed.
The train stop for the L - which had been my nemesis for so long, now seemed somehow friendly and inviting. Come stand on my platform. I'll probably make you late for something once I finally get here - or better yet, I'll arrive so full of people that you will have no choice but to just stand and watch me go by! Someone will probably sneeze on you. It will smell. It will be uncomfortable. But you love me, unconditionally. And it's true, L Train, I do. You were the first train I ever learned to ride alone.
Long story short, the thing I love most about New York, is the comfort in loneliness. In Michigan, I am constantly reminded of my loneliness. It stares at me, smugly. I don't have many close friends, if any, other than my husband. This is of my own doing because I have a hard time finding people to relate to. But here, you're forced to look your loneliness in the face, and ask it lots of questions. In New York, your loneliness is not only shared and embraced, it's celebrated. You and your loneliness are invited and encouraged to step outside your door and be surrounded by a sea of other people who are alone. You and your loneliness have endless museums to go into, shops to browse at, people to watch. You can ride the subway all day and just read or listen to your ipod and be alone, and it's fine. There is Central Park, the MET, Union Square, Soho, the lower east side, Bryant Park. The best books, the best magazines.
Sometimes I would just walk around Grand Central Station, the New York Public Library. I would stare into the window displays of Chanel, YSL, McQueen, and just dream. Being lonely is okay in New York. It feels good. It feels right. No one stares at me, asks about my tattoos, or judges what I'm wearing. I'm not on display, I'm part of the display. I am weird and New York says, hey, it's totally fine to be who you are. Be weird, we don't have time to care. I never felt this kind of freedom until I lived alone for two years. I think in the years I spent in NYC, from ages 28-30, I grew more into myself than any years of my life before.
So that, I miss with all of my heart. I miss being swallowed up by a city, completely consumed by it. Being allowed to just be "me" with no questions asked. Befriend my loneliness and celebrate it. So in my love letter to New York, I'd just like to say thanks. Thanks for letting me be a part of you. I leave a part of me, with you, each time I come back.
I didn't used to *love* New York. In fact, during the two years I spent living there while I was at F.I.T going to school, I had a lot of "hate" days. It's 2 a.m., you haven't slept in 2 days because of some insane puff sleeve project, and the E train just decides it's not going to come to take you home. Ever. Or you get stuck in a crowd full of people somewhere between the garment district and times square, someone smashes into you while talking on their cell phone which causes your bag to drop and your new fabric swatches to scatter like leaves all over 7th avenue. You watch as muddy shoes step on your silk organza. When you lean down, scrambling to collect them, because they are needed for a project due in 45 minutes, someone smashes into you and spills coffee on your new vintage leather jacket. It's always too hot, too cold, too smelly, too windy, too snowy, or too something. You don't drive when you live in New York, so you're always INSIDE New York. Engulfed by it. A piece of it. Moving among the sea of bodies, becoming a single living breathing thing, that is the city. When I lived there, I lived alone for two years. I had a few friends, but my boyfriend was still in Michigan, my family far away. For all purposes, I was alone most of the time. I battled cockroaches, rats (both in my apartment, yes), missing trains, crazy cab drivers, rude people, emergency rooms, strep throat, laryngitis, anxiety attacks...and more.
When my time had come and I graduated from F.I.T. and my boyfriend proposed, and I weighed out all my options, and decided to move back to Michigan with him. I also had big dreams that I needed to accomplish immediately (launching my own line, having a show...feeling free to do what I wanted with my business) - which was much easier to do in Michigan. I graduated when I was 30 - I had no time to intern for free with other designers for 5 years before finally getting an offer to *maybe* get someones coffee while they abused the new interns. I missed grass and backyards and my family. I wanted a dog. Less people, less of a fight. It all felt too hard. I was exhausted. Plus, I wanted to make everyone else happy. I came back.
While I still don't regret that decision, a giant piece of my heart remains in New York. I'm not sure I even realized to what magnitude. Last month I went back for the first time since I graduated, it had been two years. I revisited my school, walked the halls, peering into the dark classrooms over the lumpy shapes of rows and rows of tattered dress forms and lines of beautiful industrial sewing machines. The lump in my throat grew. I left school with an aching heart, and walked up 7th avenue to the garment district, where I had spent two years feverishly running from shop to shop looking for the "right" fabric for some new project. I went back to the neighborhood I lived in my first year. Williamsburg, even you had changed. Once a mecca for hipsters and artists, now overrun with baby carriages and screaming children. But still, the lump in my throat grew even more when I saw my favorite taco truck, and the dive bar my boyfriend and I shared many giant beers served in Styrofoam cups, and had great conversations. I went inside, and for old times sake, stole another "out for a smoke!" Rosemary's Tavern coaster. The coasters hadn't changed.
The train stop for the L - which had been my nemesis for so long, now seemed somehow friendly and inviting. Come stand on my platform. I'll probably make you late for something once I finally get here - or better yet, I'll arrive so full of people that you will have no choice but to just stand and watch me go by! Someone will probably sneeze on you. It will smell. It will be uncomfortable. But you love me, unconditionally. And it's true, L Train, I do. You were the first train I ever learned to ride alone.
Long story short, the thing I love most about New York, is the comfort in loneliness. In Michigan, I am constantly reminded of my loneliness. It stares at me, smugly. I don't have many close friends, if any, other than my husband. This is of my own doing because I have a hard time finding people to relate to. But here, you're forced to look your loneliness in the face, and ask it lots of questions. In New York, your loneliness is not only shared and embraced, it's celebrated. You and your loneliness are invited and encouraged to step outside your door and be surrounded by a sea of other people who are alone. You and your loneliness have endless museums to go into, shops to browse at, people to watch. You can ride the subway all day and just read or listen to your ipod and be alone, and it's fine. There is Central Park, the MET, Union Square, Soho, the lower east side, Bryant Park. The best books, the best magazines.
Sometimes I would just walk around Grand Central Station, the New York Public Library. I would stare into the window displays of Chanel, YSL, McQueen, and just dream. Being lonely is okay in New York. It feels good. It feels right. No one stares at me, asks about my tattoos, or judges what I'm wearing. I'm not on display, I'm part of the display. I am weird and New York says, hey, it's totally fine to be who you are. Be weird, we don't have time to care. I never felt this kind of freedom until I lived alone for two years. I think in the years I spent in NYC, from ages 28-30, I grew more into myself than any years of my life before.
So that, I miss with all of my heart. I miss being swallowed up by a city, completely consumed by it. Being allowed to just be "me" with no questions asked. Befriend my loneliness and celebrate it. So in my love letter to New York, I'd just like to say thanks. Thanks for letting me be a part of you. I leave a part of me, with you, each time I come back.
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