Menace to Society
The Wee Hours
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.
Fashion Week Observed
In the wake of last Saturday’s Purple Magazine party, we were left with several questions: What is it about Fashion Week mag soirées that seems to whip everyone into a frenzy? What mysterious gravity does Olivier Zahm carry that sucks the clothing off of so many stunningly beautiful women? How is Lindsay Lohan even still Read More
It looked like an FIT football game. The metal bleachers were filled with couture-clad gossiping fashion figures, all sipping mini-bottles of prosecco with straws provided at the entrance by dapper waiters. Instead of a gridiron, however, there was a runway. Photographers were executing carefully choreographed plays, snapping shots of the demi-celebs and blitzing the bold-faced names with Manning-worthy precision.
The Cynthia Rowley show was about to start.
The wind was picking up when The Observer walked into the private entrance of Le Bernardin yesterday evening. Les Salons Bernardin, the famed New York eatery’s private rooms, was the venue for a cocktail celebration of fashion designers shortlisted for the 2011 Dorchester Collection Fashion Prize.
A variety of fashionistas and fashionistos including “classy” writer Read More
At the 10th-anniversary party for Style.com last night, it seemed statement jackets were the order of the evening: immediately upon entering the party, we ran across the artist Terence Koh, who was wearing an immaculate white one with befeathered shoulders. He looked a bit like an art-world angel — and he informed The Observer that Read More
In the May issue of Harper’s Bazaar, actress and designer Tara Subkoff tells socialite interviewer Derek Blasberg about how her experience of being diagnosed with a benign “golf-ball-size” brain tumor a year ago and undergoing brain surgery has changed her.
Ms. Subkoff’s ordeal was made public last summer when Art Production Fund Read More
Being a broad has never been tougher. Small wonder that Chas Bono has decided to become a bloke. In this crazy day and age, it’s easier to live with an artificial, inflatable willy than it is to go on living as a woman.
No, seriously. Has it ever been more mind-numbingly confusing/complicated to be a Read More
Gherardo Guarducci and Dimitri Pauli, the two handsome Italian owners of Sant Ambroeus in the West Village, were sitting recently on a spacious leather banquette in the dining room of their latest venture, Casa Lever, under the watchful Technicolor gaze of 10 original Warhol portraits (Bob Colacello, Robert Mapplethorpe, Giorgio Armani) on the opposite wall. Read More
At 4 p.m. on Friday, April 24, rising fashion writer and high-society magnet Derek Blasberg was basking on a bench outside the Mercer hotel. He wore a canary yellow Ralph Lauren wool sweater dotted with white terriers, a red-and-black-checked dress shirt, Earnest Sewn designer jeans and Burberry spats, whose chocolate brown patent leather tips twinkled Read More
Yesterday’s Oscar de la Renta show, at a Christian Science Church on Park Avenue*, took place in a grand, two-story room anchored with White House–esque columns at the front. Mr. de la Renta employed a diverse cast of models, among them a handful of the most prominent African-American up-and-comers (his spring 2009 runway was also Read More