“I hate athleticwear—like Derek Jeter’s shirt. You’re going to a nightclub, not to a gym.”

Fresh out of Parsons, designers Natalia, Ashleigh, Colette, and Ian have the ambition—and what’s left of summer—to make sure theirs are the names on the label someday.

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What the city’s best massage parlors bring to the table.

Roberta Freymann goes overground.

Half high society, half bohemian, the Earl and Countess of Albemarle -- a.k.a. Rufus and Sally -- are storming the city's social scene from their flower-district loft.

Master disrupter Marc Jacobs rips up the comfort zone, again.

It’s never too early to start thinking about the season you’ve barely left behind. New York’s fall 2005 shows have come and gone, and we’ve sorted through thousands of looks that walked last week’s runways to shake out the top ten trends. Here, a crib sheet for the shapes, colors, and fabrics of the fashion future.

I buy stuff and retool it—I’ll add buttons, paint, pieces of denim. I was doing trucker hats for a while, and then women’s handbags. Now I’m coming into a T-shirt phase.

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