Following in the footsteps of recent September cover stars Kate Moss, Halle Berry, and Charlize Theron, pop singer Lady Gaga has reportedly shot the September 2012 Vogue cover. Lady Gaga was previously featured on the magazine in March 2011 (that cover is at left); perhaps, in addition to promoting her new fragrance, she’s to Read More
Could this become any more wonderful and/or absurd? Apparently, yes.
Last week, French street artist Kidult took a fire extinguisher full of pink paint, and unleashed it on Marc Jacobs’ SoHo boutique last week, painting the word “ART” over the store. Marc Jacobs had some fun with it on social media, and then, commodtized the ostensible political message by turning a photo of his painted store—which is vandalism or art, depending on how you see it—into a $700 T-Shirt, with the caption “Art by Art Jacobs.” Kidult, the artist, was pissed, and made it known.
On the night of the Met Ball, the Marc Jacobs boutique in SoHo was vandalized by a French street artist named Kidult, just like Supreme, Louis Vuitton, and Hermes had done to them. The next morning, Marc Jacobs made light of it by turning it into a canny social media (and thus: marketing) joke. After that, Marc Jacobs and Company decided to turn it into a $689 T-Shirt, and moreover, turn an indictment of capitalism into an indictment of street art.
Needless to say, Kidult is pissed.
Earlier this week, on the night of the Met Ball, the Marc Jacobs boutique in SoHo was hit by French graffiti artist Kidult, who has famously vandalized Supreme, Hermes, and Louis Vuitton, among others. The hit? Kidult took a fire extinguisher filled with pink paint, and sprayed the word ART over the front of the store (seen above).
Last night, the Marc Jacobs store in SoHo at Mercer below Houston was hit with a blast of graffiti by a graffiti artist apparently notorious for hitting fashion labels. This morning, after it was cleaned up, Marc Jacobs’ PR machine appropriated it for their own branding. Smart.
These aren’t the little sweet things you see shimmying to Lady Gaga on Toddlers and Tiaras (though that would actually make some sense). No, prostitots, according to NYT fashion editor Cathy Horyn, are the common parlance for children who wear the baby versions of designer clothes.
UES moms, gear up your iMacs to write an angry letter to the editor!
It seems in poor taste to run a fashion item about designers who cater to gun-concealing chinos and jackets while the Trayvon Martin case is still on the forefront of everyone’s minds, but you know what they say: Fashion trends (and bullets) stops for no man. Just like the skirt stories before them, a new ridiculous piece in The New York Times claims “Fashion Statement in Clear,” only to add “…the Gun Isn’t.”
THERE GOES THE NEIGHBORHOOD
The Garment District is turning around! Well, kind of.
The Fashion Center Business Improvement District released a report last Thursday that showed an economic gain in the dingy hood, Crain’s reported. But the jobs aren’t in fashion, mostly coming instead from art studios, hotels, restaurants and film.
With pressure mounting from the increasing number of plaintiffs claiming that designer Alexander Wang made then work long hours in hazardous conditions with little regard for their well-being, the fashion icon’s PR team has made their first attempt at a counter-attack.
And no, it wasn’t, “Hasn’t Wenyu Lu heard of what we do to models?” (We wish.)
“You can find greatness everywhere. You just have to look for it,” said Harper’s Bazaar editrix, Glenda Bailey, quoting former Yves Saint Laurent creative director Stefano Pilati in a brief, prepared introduction. Ms. Bailey had been charged with welcoming the recently departed YSL designer to the stage as a part of French Institute Alliance Française’s Fashion Talks program. (Other fashion stalwarts this year include former president and executive creative direct of Coach, Reed Krakoff and designer Dries van Noten.)
With considerable buzz about Mr. Pilati’s exit after ten years at Yves Saint Laurent—one which had been the subject of many rumors—it was inevitable that the elephant in the room would be addressed. A throng of eager YSL devotees crowded Florence Gould Hall to witness Pamela Golbin, chief curator of Paris’ Musée de la Mode et du Textile, in conversation with Mr. Pilati.