20 February 2013 by

The Grazia Daily Playlist: Fashion Week Special

In the fourth of a new weekly column, Rob Fitzpatrick has created a bespoke Spotify Playlist for Grazia Daily. This week, as we say bye bye London Fashion Week and buon giorno Milan, he's created a stylish playlist which celebrates the clothes, the models, the glamour and that all-important existential pain.

As an art-form dedicated, largely, to showing off and looking good, popular music is the perfect partner for fashion, so this week is all about bold looks and brave choices. We kick off with Beyonce’s tribute to the Freakum Dress, that item so hot it’s guaranteed to end up being eased off by someone else. Gwen Stefani declares herself to be, “the biggest fan” of Tokyo’s fashion-forward Harajuku Girls, while the eternally stylish – and interestingly messed-up – Kanye West recalls a night where, adrift on the celebrity circuit, he, “took pills, kissed an heiress and woke up back in Paris…”

A$AP Rocky gives a shout out to Jill Sander, Prada, Dole & Gabbana, Alexander Wang and a hundred other designers, while Xtina, Madonna and Lady Gaga all attempt to nail fashion’s superficial vs. depth argument with varying degrees of success. Kesha boils her style obsession to two things, Boots & Boys and Chicks On Speed have a go at popping the bubble with a drippingly sarcastic dig at, “fashion people” (“Karl and his lens they like to watch…”), but they end up creating a perfect catwalk song anyway.

Bobby Byrd and Otis Redding both offer up hymns to flesh-flashing fashions, Amy Winehouse fatally punctures someone’s super-shoe hang-up, while Prince brings it all back to his number one interest. “This year the latest fashion is to lie in the heat of passion,” he reveals, laughing like a loon. Ever the romantic, Ed Harcourt realises, “our lives are fast approaching death, so let's go out in my suit and your black dress…”

The National’s Fashion Coat is a beautifully bleak song where the narrator asks, “don't you think I look pretty anymore?” while rapper Drake’s The Ride lets some light shine onto the world of the super-rich, but never completely silences the nihilism. Finally, New Zealand’s comedy kings, Flight of the Conchords who deliver a perfectly pitched parody of every 80s-friendly, fashion-pop cliché. “President Reagan,” they intone with crystalline English accents, “Thatcher, Jazzercise, lip-gloss.” Brilliant.


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