Fashion Week Observed
In the world of real estate, as in life, perception is in the eye of the beholder.
The retail market in the West Village and Greenwich Village is no exception, as neighborhood staples close due to rising rents, leaving spaces vacant and landlords searching for high-rent-paying tenants. While neighbors may find the shuttered shops to be eyesores and longtime retail tenants may find the skyrocketing rents unfair, many brokers leasing those spaces are saying it’s due to a hot market and the changing nature of the neighborhood.
Successful fashion/tech mashups are tough. Maybe it’s because fashionistas and code monkeys don’t mix, or because the luxe feeling of a silk Hermès scarf can’t be simulated via Android. Still, once in a while, the two industries blend seamlessly. This post is part of a series on tech and fashion collabs that got it right this Fashion Week.
Last night in a room full of more faux fur than a Furby factory, Marc Jacobs gave away fragrance minis for the low, low price of one tweet.
It was a preview event for the Daisy Marc Jacobs Tweet Shop in SoHo. The airy white space at 262 W. Broadway smelled strongly of the flowery fragrance. Fashionistas tweeted and texted feverishly in hopes of winning Marc Jacobs merch while they gulped champagne.
The Eight-Day Week
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
The Eight-Day Week
Designer darling Marc Jacobs has moved his show to Valentine’s Day, due to “delivery issues with fabric and accessories.” The show is still at the N.Y. State Armory at 8 p.m., but if you aren’t on fashion’s A-list, we suggest you log onto Refinery29 to see what Wow! moments Mr. Jacobs sends down the runway. Read More
Big Apple Idolatry
Bookmarc, one of designer Marc Jacobs’s gazillion Bleecker Street boutiques, is hosting an author signing with jeweler and sexual provocateur Betony Vernon, who is flying in from Paris for the occasion. The book is called The Boudoir Bible, and it is more chichi chic Dita Von Teese than disgraced Hollywood Madam Heidi Fleiss. Buy the Read More
- Extreme Cougar Wives? Sure. We mean, obviously, this is a show that should be on TLC (The Learning Channel) right next to Here Comes Honey Boo Boo and Abby and Brittany in this year’s upfronts.
We love the clean lines and abstract nature of Francisco Costa’s designs for Calvin Klein Collection. Of Brazilian descent, he has an unmatchable talent for creating wearable art that is minimal and wearable—perhaps the only one who provides a Parisian level of artistic thrills in New York.
We had some time to spare before the show began—a departure from our general habit of sprinting four blocks and arriving sweaty and out of breath at the last minute. We left our seat-mates Bianca Jagger, Julie Macklowe and Kelly Klein, to name a few, to explore the front rows.
Amy Adams, Diane Kruger, Emma Stone and photographer Patrick Demarchelier were all present, but our vigilant eyes sought out someone less obvious: W Magazine’s Fashion and Style Director, Edward Enninful.
“Please return to your seats!”
The typical orders were barked from the front row at Michael Kors on Wednesday, September 12 at 10 a.m. Too much too early. Due to some recent Team Kors PR shifts and rifts, we couldn’t locate the familiar faces that would help The Observer with its conquest. Where were Savannah 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.