The man in the suit pulled back the curtain and the deep hum boomed out from the Park Avenue Armory, a porcelain bar glowing faintly in the middle of the darkness, ten screens lit bright with the projected images. It’s how W editor-in-chief Stefano Tonchi and artist Steven Klein had chosen to display “Time Capsule,” Read More
“It’s Lady Gaga!” Anna Dello Russo, the editor of Vogue Nippon, exclaimed as a woman dressed like a cartoon candy-cane walked onto the runway at the Prabal Gurung show. But it wasn’t Lady Gaga, who hasn’t made a Fashion Week appearance in a few seasons (despite popping up on tip sheets from time Read More
Peter Brant II, if you do recall, is the nattily dressed eldest son of big-time art collector Peter Brant and his supermodel wife, Stephanie Seymour. He once referred to himself as “fabulous and conceited.” He is completing his senior year of high school, will attend Hunter next year, and summers in Venice.
He’s Read More
On the tenth anniversary of the September 11th attacks, Diane von Furstenberg debuted a collection at Fashion Week that she dubbed, perhaps appropriately, Beginnings. “Dawn has broken,” the program reads. “She is brand new.”
The loaded title, and flowery text that accompanied it, made no direct reference to the tragedy, and for most of the Read More
There is nothing quite as pleasurable as having your mind changed. It’s almost as pleasurable as being right.
I am The Observer‘s Culture Editor — hi — and I am not what you might call a fashion person: I appreciate a fancy frock as much as the next gal; I can slip into an attitude Read More
Charlotte Ronson’s collection shed the 90s-chic layering from last spring and moved into lighter pieces that together seemed to present ideas of femininity for every age — from the patch-worked overalls and sweet floral jumpers that reminded The Observer of our own childhood, to fitted dresses that celebrated the female silhouette, and the belt-as-collar accessories Read More
Prabal Gurung’s show had everything going for it, from the deep purple hues that popped off long rippling dresses to the sun-drenched opulence of Frank Gehry’s IAC building. It’s surprising, then, that the whole thing was a bit upstaged by a single front row occupant.
Or maybe not so surprising when that attendee is Nicki Read More
“No, I don’t own any Richard Hambleton,” Alberto Mugrabi, whose family owns close to 1000 works by Warhol, yelled into The Observer‘s ear. “But maybe I’d like to buy some?”
We had run into Mr. Mugrabi, the party-hopping titan of art collecting, at Indochine last night, where Vladimir Restoin Roitfeld and Andy Valmorbida were celebrating Read More
Last night, just as Madison Avenue began to swell with eager fashionistas and fashionistos for Fashion’s Night Out, The Observer ducked out of the crowded street and into the Valentino boutique. Yes, there was the extravaganza at Bergdorf’s and the trick-or-treat carnival down in Soho, but that didn’t matter. At Valentino, it was karaoke night.
As Read More
“In Christianity, really only one person is saved: the bride,” said Father Andrew O’Connor, a Diocesan priest. He was standing on a makeshift alter in the Union Square W ‘s marbled Great Room, surrounded by models in flower girl dresses, standing in front of a groom and his presumptive future wife.
“You may now kiss Read More