off the record
Glamour hosted its annual star-studded Women of the Year Award ceremony at Carnegie Hall on Monday night. December cover model Lady Gaga called out Glamour magazine, and all fashion and beauty magazines, for putting attractive celebrities on their covers—and retouching them.
Does Lady Gaga hate me? I know I’m probably just being paranoid, but it’s like she combined two of my biggest reoccurring stress-dream symbols–Jeff Koons and raves– to make ArtPOP happen a couple blocks away from my house on a Sunday night? Pretty sketchy.
But then today she announces that on Thursday she’s going to turn the already panic-inducing Times Square, where I work, into an even more horrific hive-swarm for tourists, pimply pubscents and creepily middle-aged “monsters” when she cuts the ribbon on a new H&M? It’s like “All right, I get it.”
Arcade Fire has never been known for its sense of humor.
The sprawling Montreal ensemble shot to the top of the indie rock pecking order with three albums of earnest, plangent, fitfully electric anthems about childhood and death, with a sprinkling of geopolitical dirges and riffs on the corrosive influence of technology.
While New York Fashion Week often leaves much to be desired in terms of couture, which is why Shindigger typically holds out for the catwalks of Milan and Paris, there were some hits this year, like the Alexander Wang women’s collection, Jason Wu’s sultry beige and gold numbers, and Billy Reid’s menswear. But even when Read More
Here’s the thing that people don’t understand about red carpet events: They imagine this glamorous lifestyle where Will Smith or the members of N’Sync will come and chit-chat with you about what they’re wearing or how excited they are to be there, and you’ll all laugh like you’re old friends while someone films the entire thing. (So that is why you should get super dressed up, ladies!)
The reality, most of the time, is a lot more like manual labor camps. You and hundreds of other people are assigned a place based on numerical order and how important the staff deems you to be. For example, print media is just before online websites, but after the radio and everyone else. (Sorry, really disillusioned lady from Elle.com!) You are sent to mingle in a holding pen, crammed in with hundreds of other hungry, crazy-eyed journos and magazine freelancers, some of whom will take up inordinate amounts of space with their equipment and some of whom will be openly agitated and/or weeping. When someone sneezes inside these close quarters, you think, this is how epidemics are started.”
You are not allowed to leave your little cattle pen, until someone with a clipboard and eight burly bodyguards starts barking out numbers, of which you are one, because that is all you are to them—a number. You scramble to get up and enter the arena, where you are escorted past the salivating fans straight out of The Hunger Games and marched all the way to some previously unknown area of the perimeter, right next to the dumpsters. There is a gate separating you from the red carpet. You cannot cross that gate; that is verboten. But if you’re lucky, like at last night’s MTV Video Music Awards (VMAs) there will be a little place card on the floor with your publication on it, making it harder for poachers to snatch your spot.
Then you wait for two hours while deafening screams reach your little annex in Siberia. What is going on? No one can say. The fans have a better view than you do.
For Little Monsters, this might come as bad news; for everyone else who’s still trying to decipher the meaningless ARTPOP garble that Lady Gaga churned out three weeks ago, this’ll probably come as a relief. Gaga has admitted the ARTPOP app is just gonna be some lame-sounding “interactive jewel case.”
Gaga oh la la
This is one bad romance.
Joanne Trattoria, an italian restaurant owned by Lady Gaga’s father, Joe Germanotta, has been downgraded from an A to a B by New York City’s health department.
Not one to let a thing like sanitation get in his way, Mr. Germanotta turned to Twitter to air his annoyance. Read More
There’s been much to-do over the Barneys holiday windows that were unveiled this week. While last year’s amazing and somewhat controversial Lady Gaga collaboration pushed the envelope, this year, for some baffling reason, the retailer decided to partner with Disney.
Luis Fernandez, senior vice president of creative for Disney Consumer Products, had said that concept behind this collaboration made total sense from a retail perspective. “We thought, ‘A huge force in fashion and a huge force in animation,” he said in a recent interview. “What better than for these two companies to get together and do something for the holidays?’”
Big Apple Idolatry
- Lady Gaga had dinner last night with Julian Assange at the Ecuadorian embassy in London. Now there is a couple that makes some sort of sense in this crazy, mixed-up world.
- The New Yorker Festival this weekend brought out Lena Dunham, if that was any sort of surprise.
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Oh No He Didn't
There’s a simmering fashion feud percolating between New York Times fashion critic Cathy Horyn and Hedi Slimane, the designer who has taken over Yves Saint Laurent and is widely credited with Dior Homme’s skinny silhouette. The beef led to Ms. Horyn not being invited to the YSL show, which didn’t stop her from reviewing it in The New York Times on the Runway blog using publicly available photos. Needless to say, her take wasn’t overwhelmingly positive.
“I was not invited. Despite positive reviews of his early YSL and Dior collections, as well as a profile, Mr. Slimane objected bitterly to a review I wrote in 2004—not about him but Raf Simons,” wrote Ms. Horyn.
As best we can tell, the deliberate non-invitation was a result of Ms. Horyn’s doubts about the origins of the skinny-silhouetted suit.