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
The wonderful Nobu, one of my favorite restaurants, is also notoriously difficult to get into at the normal dinner hour. I decided recently to try Next Door Nobu instead, which doesn’t take reservations. We climbed a flight of steps to the entrance, where a young woman behind a podium informed us the wait was at Read More
The two-story-high, graffitoed images of giant model couple Esther Canadas and Mark Vanderloo on the corner of Madison Avenue and 60th Street were dismantled the weekend of Aug. 6, their big pouty lips stripped away to expose something even more astonishing. Underneath was a big, shiny glass box, mysteriously soaped up, but promising–in lower-case neon Read More
On the gloomy block of 25th Street between Fifth and Sixth avenues, a line of shivering people, some 500 of us, stretched down the sidewalk and doubled back again. We were waiting to enter a large, dark building. Men working on a nearby construction project squinted. Most of the women were well coiffed, in dark Read More
When cigar-smoking, mandarin-jacket-wearing David Tang decided to open a
Shanghai Tang store on Madison Avenue in November 1997, the ladies who shop
were delighted. Blaine and Robert Trump hosted a party; Mr. Tang clinked
glasses and rubbed silk elbows with Nan Kempner and Chantal Miller. That
was followed by a lavish opening, thrown by the Read More
Oscar de la Renta stood in his Garment District office on Monday, Feb. 8, surveying the pre-fashion-week chaos. A model in an elegant double-faced wool coat with naked legs and Manolo Blahnik heels strutted up to the designer. She stopped and pivoted slightly; a photographer snapped a portrait. Suddenly, the model’s face flushed and the Read More
Not too long ago, the sides of city buses were decorated with images of childlike models in Calvin Klein jeans. The young men and women in that series were made to look like cornfed Midwesterners who’d been tricked into posing for a pervert with a camera. Those ads are long gone, and in their place Read More
