The hideously ungroovy clouds of war, terrorism and potential nuclear Armageddon are casting a pall over many a glittering Manhattan milieu.
As Showdown Iraq approaches, it has unleashed the gray mists of restraint and sent them swirling through the salons of Park Avenue, thence south to clog the mournful canyons of Wall Street. Declining property Read More
Fall Fashion Week was a grim and violent affair. Betsey Johnson’s Technicolor pixies, Anna Sui’s mod slags, Michael Kors’ Hermès-y snots–these were but brief amuses-bouches in a long and Lord of the Flies kind of a week.
On Valentine’s Day, at approximately 9:30 p.m. at the Ukrainian National Home on Second Avenue, white-trash models toting Read More
Every season, the miasma of conflicting P.O.V.’s that is Fashion Week cries out to be rummaged through and ransacked for identifiable trends. To what end? So that you, the man or woman on the street, can ignore them completely, and you, the fashion follower, can also ignore them, because you don’t want to look like Read More
It can happen any season. Somebody-then everybody-decides there’s a young star designer out there. A single fashion show becomes the Show. It’s held downtown, somewhere gritty and inconvenient. And, odds are, half of the people in the seats have never heard of the prodigy before. They’re there because of who else is there.
Right in Read More
