“Hello! I love your paper!” Michael Bastian’s warm greeting was more than we’d expect to hear from the fashion star at his own presentation for GANT by Michael Bastian. Though he was encircled by handlers and a pack of press wolves, the smiling, silver-haired designer projected the charm and ease of a dinner party host sending Read More
Fashion’s Night Out is finally, mercifully over. And yet: the memory of our brief time at The Ace Hotel’s carnival—sponsored by uber-hip, spendy boutique Opening Ceremony (who has an outpost in the hotel) held court with a full carnival and a prominent Muppet—is still burned into our brains. Read More
Last night’s Opening Ceremony party at the Ace Hotel for Fashion’s Night Out is certainly deserving of its own report, which is coming shortly. The most coveted item of the night, however, may be the hippest cookie in the universe. Read More
The Momofuku Milk Bar Lemon Tree Hugger cookie was one shade blonder than Anna Wintour’s convex bob. A gradient difference that was exaggerated when Ms. Wintour lifted a torn off edge of the cookie to her bob-parallel lips. The individually wrapped cookies delineated each assigned seat at the Band of Outsiders runway show on Saturday Read More
6 p.m. The Bowery Poetry Club hosts East Village Trivia Night where tour guides from the East Village History Project face off against “some formidable opponents.” At 308 Bowery between Bleecker and Houston Streets, suggested donation is $6.
7:30 p.m. Miss World U.S.A. Lynda Carter will perform: “An Evening with Lynda Carter” in the Read More
Musical selections from The Curious Case of Benjamin Button boomed loudly through the loft space on Canal Street where several models tried not to notice the excited, over-prepped members of Kanye West‘s entourage, who were posing for pictures at the Band of Outsiders/Boy fall ’09 presentation on Sunday, Feb. 15.
Mr. West and his Read More
Also on Saturday, Sept. 6: the scene in the lobby of the building at Scott Sternberg’s Band of Outsiders show at Milk Studios in the Meatpacking District was, in a word, miserable.
Since the elevators were only allowing 15 people in at a time, a near riot was forming as security asked the damp crowds Read More
When I was young and wild and kooky, I always imagined that I would grow old gracefully. I saw myself sitting contentedly in a rattan peacock chair—looking like a cross between Quentin Crisp and Golda Meier—dispensing bon mots to a group of rosy-cheeked acolytes clustered at my feet. Attired in naff sweats and polar fleece, Read More
