A severe cross-costal storm system (apparently of Los Angelino origin) bore down upon the Metropolitan Museum of Art this week. The tempest, however, was not unforeseen. Squalls have been detected all week, as Hollywood winds have breathed flash-bulbous air over the city. Finally, at prime cocktail hour Monday, the heavens burst. Instead of rain, legions of celebrities precipitously poured forth. Read More
We arrived early for Philosophy di Alberta Ferretti at the Avery Fisher Hall. Plenty of time to take a breather and people watch. A familiar flank of top-level editors began to trickle in… Roberta Myers, Virginia Smith, Glenda Bailey—all the glossy women’s magazines were covered.
“Who’s hotter? Robbie Myers or Joanna Coles?” The Observer asked, Read More
Don’t mess with Alexander Wang. This message was more than clear. KCD guarded their most sought-after invite with a check-in process worthy of the North Korean border. Street photography happened 20 yards from entry gates. Photo I.D. required. Read More
In February 2009, a young-looking man appeared in the audience of the Marc Jacobs Fall-Winter show, one of the most exclusive at New York Fashion Week. He was not a director, like Marc’s friend and frequent guest Sofia Coppola, or a famous singer, like Madonna, or an actor, but his handsome, androgynous face was already familiar to tens of thousands of fans online. And there he was, in the pantheon. Fashion-show invite lists are feudal and loaded with meaning, and that man’s arrival at Marc Jacobs meant: I am now Anna Wintour’s peer.
An unlikely peer he was. Read More
As a nice break from Googling “Simpsons‘ Characters” on the Internet and ending up on some weird porn site, Milan-based artist Alexsandro Palombo has taken a stab at turning our beloved Homer and Marge into more classy representations of themselves. Read More
After the departure of Christian Dior’s antisemitic creative director John Galliano earlier this year, rumors were a’swirlin that designer Marc Jacobs would leave his brand name at Louis Vuitton to go take the position at the equally high-end fashion house. But he didn’t! Why not?
Well, as he told Vogue this month, the reason he didn’t leave Louis was because he’s just not that into couture design. Read More
The hotel guests at Dream Downtown had suitcases, satchels and children piled up next to the check-in counter, waiting interminably for a chance at a room, and as they did swirls of fashionable men and women speed-walked by without a word or a look—they were headed to the last big event of the week, the after-party for Marc Jacobs and his spring and summer collection. The hotel guests ventured an occasional glace at the well-attired cohort with the mysterious wristbands, striding confidently toward the tucked-away area in the back, but mostly they slouched on pieces of luggage and scratched at purple eyes, unknowing of the scene unfolding out of sight. Read More
The top spot at Christian Dior has been empty since John Galliano’s rampage in a Paris cafe, but the search is apparently over. And the pride of French fashion is going with an American.
The Daily Front Row has heard from multiple high-ranking sources that Marc Jacobs will leave his post as creative director Read More
So we already know that the most powerful (business)woman in the city, Mary Ann Tighe, works in real estate. What about the city’s most powerful homosexuals, both female and male? That was the subject of the latest issue of The Observer, “New York’s New Power Gays,” and a good many of those on the list work in our beloved industry, including, arguably, our city’s No. 1 gay, City Council Speaker Christine Quinn. Read More
“Sofia, Sofia!” the cameramen cried at the entrance of Lincoln Center, the venue for Monday’s CFDA awards. Ms. Coppola had just arrived.
“Kirsten!” they yelled. “Marc!” they yelled. “Sofia! Sofia! Sofia!” they yelled.
Then Mr. Jacobs and Ms. Dunst went with Ms. Coppola to the left, to have their picture taken, and Thomas Mars–the lead Read More
