The Eight-Day Week
The term “vintage” refers to anything over 20 years old. So when Oliver Peoples, the chic and sleek luxury eyewear company, says it is previewing its new “Sir” frames from the “vintage circa 1987 series,” it makes the cut by six years. Whether you need specs to see or not, eyewear is everywhere in fashion, Read More
Shindigger is simply mad about all things Italian: the food, the language, the people, the clothes, the midday naps! And so we had no choice but to jet off to Milano to take in Men’s Fashion Week, one structured cashmere blazer at a time. Shindigger was front and center at shows including Ermenegildo Zegna, Dolce Read More
American fashion design has seen an exciting new crop of talented youngsters creep onto the scene. Creatives such as Joseph Altuzarra, Jack McCollough and Lazaro Hernandez of Proenza Schouler, Alexander Wang, Jason Wu and Prabal Gurung have received a great deal of attention—and rightfully so. The majority of this bunch thrive on fanfare—not always on the design of their clothes, but on their front-rows, frantic check-ins and backstage dramas.
The Proenza Schouler duo, after several seemingly shaky years, have quickly become darlings of the global fashion elite, continually present interesting and attractive collections. Now sitting more comfortably with financial investments from Theory Group’s Andrew Rosen and a glossy new David Adjaye-designed boutique (albeit too damn dark to see any of the merch), its safe to say they are no longer emerging.
Mr. Altuzarra’s nomadic, opulent materials and prints seem to satiate the critics. Since PR Consulting has never invited us to one of his magical shows, we’ll let him be.
Jason Wu’s nearly flawless technique and practical glamour—not to mention being a favorite of first lady Michelle Obama—means he’s fine and dandy.
Same for Thakoon Panichgul.
It’s natural that August marks the end of many a summer fling—that, after all, was the premise of that timeless opening sequence in the golden oldie Grease! Of course, if you’re a celebrity living in New York, those (wuh-oh-oh) summer nights without your boo can be brutal, and you can’t always count on the T-Birds to keep you company. Just ask Twilight hunk Robert Pattinson. Or just pick up a tabloid. Making his first public appearance after girlfriend Kristen Stewart was caught cheating on him, the 26-year-old Mr. Pattinson had to scramble up the steps of the MoMA during the New York premiere of David Cronenberg’s Cosmopolis on Monday night, lest he be trampled by overzealous vampiric fans.
As rock musicals go, Rock of Ages can’t go fast enough. This sloppy freak show is two minutes shy of two solid hours of screaming swill, without a shred of freshness, insight, cleverness or coherence to be detected within a two-mile radius. It’s based on a noisy Broadway jukebox joke that was never much to write home about in the first place, but it still had a soupçon of humor and banal charm, both of which are bewilderingly missing on the screen. The fact that the show is still running testifies to the confounding disregard for taste and intelligence rampant among today’s mass-market audiences. I haven’t seen a movie this bad since Battlefield Earth and Howard the Duck.
2011 was full of a terrible celebrity solipsism played out on a giant stage. Sure, some of it was entertaining– Alec Baldwin‘s Words with Friends incident, for instance, or the national train wreck of Charlie Sheen (first half of the meltdown only)–but for the most part, our enabling of famous people to act like literally the worst people in the world resulted in only tears, annoyance, and the Kardashian wedding.
Despite the massive hype leading up to the event, Ben Stiller and David Zwirner’s Artists For Haiti charity auction at Christie’s this evening exceeded expectations with the 27 works offered selling for a collective $13.7 million, beating an earlier estimate of $10 million.
On Nov. 31, Joyce Leighton, president of the 75th Street Block Association, walked out of her co-op building at 7 East 75th Street and saw a photographer setting up a tripod across the street. He was preparing to take photographs of 10 East 75th Street, the eight-story townhouse that the Hewitt School had bought from Read More