The Eight-Day Week
Fashion Week Observed
Famed fashion photographer Bruce Weber, whose images have graced GQ, Vogue, ad campaigns for Calvin Klein and Ralph Lauren, and countless others, talks with New York Fashion Week founder Fern Mallis about modeling, clothing and photography for her ongoing series of discussions with fashion icons. Mr. Weber recently shot the racy, topless kissing editorial “Love Washes Over All” for Carine Roitfeld’s CR Fashion Book.
Carine Roitfeld is wearing denim.
We’re sitting in an office across from Bloomingdale’s in Midtown, and the decade-long Vogue Paris editor in chief—she left that post in 2011—is perfectly composed, her tan hands crossed gracefully in her lap. And yet she is wearing denim. It’s a more casual look than one might expect from Read More
While Shindigger was giddy to celebrate the Chinese New Year last week with the New York Philharmonic at its second annual Chinese New Year Gala, not everyone was excited to ring in the Year of the Snake. Take Joan Rivers, for example. “I’m fucking angry, because they make a lot of our jewelry for QVC,” Read More
The Eight-Day Week
Hearst Magazines has named Carine Roitfeld the global fashion director for Harper’s Bazaar. This move ramps up the rivalry between the former editrix of French Vogue and Condé Nast. Ms. Roitfeld, who was once seen as a possible successor to Anna Wintour, abruptly left Condé Nast in 2010.
Ms. Roitfeld introduced her new magazine, CR Fashion Book, just Read More
A Brush with a Brant
Fashion Week may be drawing to a close today, but our weeks of mulling over which precise chinchilla-and-chinoiserie mantilla to buy for the fanciest parent-teacher conferences of the season has only begun. We’ll be poring over the just-released CR Fashion Book, the minimalistically titled fashion magazine produced by Carine Roitfeld, former editrix of French Vogue. Read More
Despite that Harry Brant has barely cleared puberty, the social-buzzing, babygay spawn of model Stephanie Seymour and billionaire media/art/real estate tycoon Peter Brant, has a busy schedule that rivals those of Paris Hilton and Olivier Zahm. This past Friday at Emporio Armani’s 601 Madison Avenue boutique opening, we approached the 16-year-old high school sophomore to find why is he out socializing with Roberta Armani, Luigi Tadini, Ms. Hilton, Ricky Martin, Ryan Lochte, artist Rashaad Newsome, Anna dello Russo and Kate Lanphear, when he should probably be cracking those Algebra books.
“What have you been up to today?” we asked.
“I went to Rag & Bone. I liked it,” replied Mr. Brant, smiling profoundly.
off the record
With former French Vogue editor Carine Roitfeld’s new fashion magazine set to launch from an office in the Standard Hotel this September, Conde Nast executives are circling the wagons, according to Page Six.
International chief Jonathan Newhouse’s office reportedly got in touch with photographers like Mario Testino, Craig McDean and David Sims “with Read More
Menace to Society
In the second issue of Style.com/Print, the Fairchild fashion site’s semiannual magazine, Chanel creative director Karl Lagerfeld reserved his trademark trash talk for a woman who can’t tweet back: the late house matriarch, Coco Chanel.
Mr. Lagerfeld blamed her late-career decline on her belief, in the 1960s, that jeans and miniskirts were “vulgar.”
“The collections from the mid-’60s to the ’70s were quite ecchh,” he told the magazine. “Then they had 10 years of respect, for what it’s worth, then the rest is … me.”
Fashion Week Observed
I used to think Fashion Week was fun. This was years ago, when “the tents” referred to actual tents. Back in the day (it must have been, oh, 2008) my friends and I would try to talk our way into Tommy and Oscar shows and blog about the experience. It was surprising how often our feigned frustration—“What do you mean I’m not on the list? Please call Eric and let him know that we’re here”—would get us in.
I’m still not sure if there was an Eric, but somehow he always came through.
Now, older and wiser and having recently embarked on a journalistic mission to embed myself among the social elite, I have actual invites (22, to be exact), a fresh Anna bob and a mission, should I choose to accept it, to treat Fashion Week not like a joke, but like a job.
Which is a lot harder than it looks.
Don’t mess with Alexander Wang. This message was more than clear. KCD guarded their most sought-after invite with a check-in process worthy of the North Korean border. Street photography happened 20 yards from entry gates. Photo I.D. required.