The Eight-Day Week
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.
In the 31st-floor offices of SWW Creative, the walls are beige, the carpet is gray and the cabinets are standard-issue wood-grain. There’s no Eames armchair, no runway stills splashed across the walls, not even a lucite coffee table with a copy of Grace Coddington’s memoir. There’s not a flower in sight.
While fashion professionals are known to obsess over the color of their pens, SWW Creative’s offices are about as splashy as an insurance agency’s. Stephanie Winston Wolkoff is not concerned.
“It’s not like a lesbian movie—it’s a fun movie.” In retrospect, this conversation, overheard by The Observer Thursday night at The Hole gallery, may not have actually been in reference to “Intense,” the film collaboration for DKNY’s “Be Delicious Intense” fragrance championed by Beatrice Dupine, Veronique Gabai-Pinsky and Enrique Badulescu, but, frankly, we will never really know.
The somewhat spasmodic images of a beautiful blonde, mouth occasionally agape, biting (kind of necessarily, given the advertised scent) into a large green apple, that were projected onto nearly every surface of the gallery were certainly to blame for any potential confusion here. Words like “tense,” “bite” and “intuition” also kissed the walls. The rooms were packed full of surprisingly bad-smelling people, including Kelly Killoren Bensimon and Fern Mallis (though The Observer knows they smelled just fine), and most stared, if not at their phones, then at something else besides the images blinking around them. This further confounded the nature of the event and the film at its center.
Fashion Week Observed
The sweltering pre-summer heat has begun to settle upon our fair city. In the season during which New York’s every nook and cranny teems with sweaty tourists, true city folk gather their kaftans and swim trunks, and head for the hills. The sandy hills of Main Beach, that is.
Fetching our long-hibernating car, we were pleased to find it still filled with the detritus of last summer. A slightly deflated sunhat, a beloved pair of flip-flops, a tube of now suspect sunscreen. We smiled, remembering with sandy fondness of our time Out East. Yes, while the city has its undeniable boons, nothing can quite compare to the Talkhouse late, late on a Saturday night, nor the peculiar shock of seeing endless George Hamilton clones strolling the bucolic streets.
As sartorialists make their biannual pilgrimage from New York to London to Milan to Paris, some veteran tent-dwellers still have a pebble stuck in their Louboutins from Lincoln Center.
The glossy editor’s anxiety over being edged out of the front row, it seems, has migrated over to the media riser and down to the pit. What was once the province of professional photogs, to hear them tell it, has been overrun by iPhone and iPad wielding bloggers who wouldn’t know a bounce flash from a zoom lens. And they’re hogging up the press passes for backstage beauty shots!
Shortly after they turned off the stage lights and sopped up the champagne, a handful of disgruntled photographers reached out to The Observer to kvetch. Slights ranged from being turned away from shows, to an errant iPhone interrupting their runway image, to discovering that the insolent photo-bloggers never learned the etiquette about getting your shot and moving on.
This weekend, celebrities and socialites took a break from their not-so-busy August schedules to do what they do best— go to parties, of course! Saturday evening, however, guests convened in Sagaponak for a good cause. Vanity Fair and United Way of New York teamed up for an event to raise awareness about hunger in New Read More
“Holy crap, it’s Martha Stewart!” gasped Precious star Gabourey Sidibe at the premiere of the The Big C hosted by The Cinema Society & Showtime at Donna Karan’s East Hampton cove-front home on Saturday, Aug. 7. “I like knowing how to make things out of pine cones,” she said, explaining her awe.
Tina Brown was up to her old tricks on Tuesday, Oct. 21, hosting a luncheon for 50 with hubby Harold Evans, honoring fashion dowager Donatella Versace, at the couple’s maisonette near the East River.
Model Christie Brinkley arrived promptly, wearing a pale gray pencil skirt and matching motorcycle jacket. “We just drove in from Read More
By 6:30 p.m. on Wednesday, June 24, a Divas Shop for Opera Shopping and Cocktails benefit for the New York City Opera, held at a “pop-up” shop on Madison Avenue, had turned into a fashion frenzy. Ravenous shoppers sprawled two floors, prowling the racks and grabbing Manolos, Louboutins, Dior frocks, and more. A Read More
At Lincoln Center’s 50th Anniversary spring gala on Thursday night, May 28, generous socials Sid and Mercedes Bass, Jerry Speyer and wife Katherine Farley, and Paul and Daisy Soros joined fashion designers Gilles Mendel and Tory Burch, perhaps to send the message that the recently renovated Lincoln Center is now younger, hipper and ready to welcome Fashion Read More