More Tidbits From the Tents…Including A Touch of Rue!

“Is Ellen Tracy worth going to?” said a woman wearing a hat that looked like a beefeater’s helmet to Robert Verdi, the style commentator, who at that moment was preparing to interview Hal Rubenstein, another style commentator, about the Max Azria show, which had just let out.
Mr. Verdi was frank with her: “It’s Read More

It's Fashion Week…For Fellas

“ He’s thought out,” Robert Verdi said. “He’s not. He’s not. He’s not.”

It was a gray Monday afternoon, and Mr. Verdi–the shiny-domed stylist, yappy Metro Channel fashion commentator and kill-’em-with-kindness host of the Discovery Channel’s abode-improvement show Surprise by Design–sat on the concrete steps outside the G.M. building at 59th and Fifth. He Read More

The Higher the Hemline: The Daily Goes Monthly

“I’m a little too short and brunette for this party,” shrieked Rachel Felder, a middle-aged writer.

She wasn’t wrong.

Hopefully she wasn’t hypoglycemic: the drink of choice was sugary champagne, imbibed through straws. “It’s awful. Frown!” said a woman before her second sip.

They were crushed into the Garden of Ono the other Read More

The Transom

Where Dreams Come True

Andy Hilfiger, Tommy’s branding-wizard brother, crossed the runway. “Hey, boy—hey, girl,” he said to fashion commentator Robert Verdi and Janice Combs, mother of Sean. It was last week at Heatherette, in the Bryant Park tents.

“What’s goin’ on, Andy?” Mr. Verdi said. “We were just talkin’ about you today.”

“Hi, Read More

It’s Fashion Week…For Fellas

” He’s thought out,” Robert Verdi said. “He’s not. He’s not. He’s not.”

It was a gray Monday afternoon, and Mr. Verdi-the shiny-domed stylist, yappy Metro Channel fashion commentator and kill-’em-with-kindness host of the Discovery Channel’s abode-improvement show Surprise By Design -sat on the concrete steps outside the G.M. building at 59th and Fifth. He Read More

Man Who Mistook Helmut Newton For Magritte

I’ve always been intrigued by the term “fashion victim.” As I understand it, it’s a phrase used by people who write about fashion to sneer at the people who take what they write seriously–the ones who actually buy the extremely pricey clothes the fashion writers promote.

I could be wrong; as a complete outsider to Read More