Last night, we met up with André Balazs—the hotel magnate behind a cartel of boutique sleeperies, which includes the Mercer in SoHo, L.A.’s Chateau Marmont and the Standards. Looking dapper in a form-fitting gray suit that had a subtle sheen, Mr. Balazs, 50, had just flown back to New York after a weekend at Art Read More
“I just threw my whole spring line in a bag, and I can mix anything with whatever—it’s all cotton, it doesn’t matter if it’s a little crinkled. It’s kind of thoughtless,” said Nicholas K designer Nicole Kunz. She’d recently gone on a 10-day textile hunt in India. “You know—we’re busy.”
It’s as if Ms. Kunz, Read More
Let’s step back from the mid-fashion-week madness and remember why we’re all here, no?
As summer slammed shut last week, anticipation for fashion week was high at the DKNY jeans party. Are you excited about fashion week, photographer and director Stephane Sednaoui? “No, not at all,” said the silver fox. “I hate it. When I Read More
Stefani Greenfield, founder of the Scoop boutique chain, is attending the spring 2005 fashion collections this week, but she’s not making a big production of it. “I’ll go to a lot of them,” she said without apparent enthusiasm the other day, modeling a brightly colored caftan over gym togs and gray Saucony running sneakers at Read More
Stefani Greenfield, founder of the Scoop boutique chain, is attending the spring 2005 fashion collections this week, but she’s not making a big production of it. “I’ll go to a lot of them,” she said without apparent enthusiasm the other day, modeling a brightly colored caftan over gym togs and gray Saucony running sneakers at Read More
Anthrax Fright Subsides, But Old Terrors Return
Things finally seem to be returning to normal, crimewise, on the Upper East Side, with bomb scares back to everyday levels, alleged anthrax-tainted letters all but vanished, and robberies returning to their preeminent place in the pantheon of felonies.
On Nov. 19, a 16-year-old boy was Read More
Is Romeo bleeding? New Yorkers have three approaches to summer: a) bury their heads in the sand (along with every other cranky, sunburned, overcharged Gothamite); b) bury their heads in Shakespeare; c) if you’re George Stephanopoulos, surprise your girlfriend-and not a few political insiders-by popping the question on the Greek Island of Mykonos, the fabled Read More
Soon, the men in white jackets pushing racks of beef around the streets of the meatpacking district will have become nothing more than a memory, even if the transvestite hookers are still swinging their handbags along 10th Avenue. Chinghalle on Gansevoort Street is the latest trendy brasserie to move into a former meatpacking plant in Read More
Every June, David Wolfe, a 59-year-old fashion forecaster, spends three weeks in St. Tropez. In the evenings, he stands by the quay with his point-and-shoot Minolta and takes photographs of the people dressed up for their nightly stroll. In his experience, which is vast, what he sees in St. Tropez one year often winds up Read More
