Fashion Week Observed
“I only need three things to survive Fashion Week,” an executive editor at a fashion magazine bellyached to Shindigger last week. “A fully charged smart phone, a driver and a shit ton of red wine.”
Not an unreasonable catalog of demands, even the driver, what with the siege of falling ice and blinding snow referred Read More
Fashion Week Observed
Last week at Coffee Shop in Union Square, Modellounge x Microsoft celebrated Modellounge’s eleventh anniversary. Founded by Bernard Smith, Modellounge serves as the official “office space” for some 200 catwalkers and offers seasonal residences and programming at venues such as the Gansevoort Park Avenue South Hotel. At the party The Observer witnessed the first bi-Annual XBox ONE Dance Read More
As much as we love Fashion Week, anyone who has ever been to the shows will tell you that it’s not an easy stroll down the tents. Instead, you have to contend with late start times, harried ticket scanners, dying electronics (due to lack of outlets at Lincoln Center/Eyebeam), and a myriad of other FW-related crises. In that spirit, we’re covering this season’s Fashion Week with YOU in mind, sending our intrepid reporters out to cover the important aspects of the shows…well, the ones that have nothing to do with the clothes.
The subway is about to get a whole lot more beautiful. Unfortunately, that beauty won’t be coming in the form of graffiti-free train cars or special air fresheners that kick in whenever a puking undergrad climbs aboard. Instead, it is coming via the revenue-driving new L’Oreal makeup vending machine in the Bryant Park station.
Although we all know that models look better in everything than we ever could hope to, most of us still chose to indulge in the pleasant fantasy that buying the garments they wear will, at least, convey a measure of the glamor that they possess on camera.
Alas, it appears that such delusional optimism does not extend to supermodels’ apartments. At least, Coca Rocha had one hell of a time offloading her two-bedroom Gramercy condo at 121 East 23rd Street, which finally sold for $1.51 million, according to city records.
off the record
While it’s not particularly our forte, The Observer fasted on Monday. Mostly fasted, rather. It was a religious holiday of sorts, indeed more of a pilgrimage, for which we practiced the ancient art of self-denial. Relais & Chateaux’s Dîner des Grands Chefs was our evening’s sacrosanct destination, and we intended to arrive with a pilgrim-pure palate.
As we approached Gotham Hall’s regal colonnade, we were beginning to feel slightly faint. Swaying ever so slightly in our heels, we dashed upstairs, past the congested red carpet, for some sustenance, which, before we could object, came in the form of a flute of 1999 Cuvée Louise Pommery Champagne. We weren’t alone in our pre-sunset indulgence: after a lap around the room, we noticed 25 empty bottles of bubbly neatly (and proudly) displayed at the bar. But a few minutes later, the tally was trente-cinq. At that point, we stopped counting.
At first we thought it was an elaborate social experiment. A few days before New York Fashion Week, Condé Nast’s populist women’s magazine, Glamour, announced it had teamed up with hipster depot Opening Ceremony to bring readers an exclusive and stylish offer: a cat sweater—that is, a sweater embroidered with face of a cat—available in black and white, which would retail online for an affordable $99.
Was the joke that the Opening Ceremony imprimatur and Glamour’s platform could convince fashion lemmings like us that cat sweaters are cool? Come next Fashion Week, would we be reading a Glamour tell-all about how it gamed the fashion marketing machine to trick us into spending $99 on a garment most often found in a Midwestern Salvation Army?
It turns out the cat sweater was just one of a slew of unconventional but earnest marketing experiments Condé Nast’s stumbling cash cow debuted at Fashion Week—foremost its redesign.
“I’ve been sporting braids for years now,” said Allison Pottasch, 20, who—stopped in Union Square on Monday, May 25—was wearing a loose-fitting purple shirt, jean shorts and a silver nose ring, her thick brown hair parted down the center and arranged neatly into two of spring 2009’s ubiquitous Heidi-esque braids (the Swiss orphan, not the Read More
PPR chairman Francois-Henri Pinault married Salma Hayek in Paris over the weekend; the two have had an on- and off-again relationship since 2007. [Vogue UK]
White House social secretary Desiree Rogers attended Carolina Herrera‘s show this morning, and also plans to stop by Donna Karan and Thakoon. [WWD] Read More