At Paris’ end, designers were divided between punctuating their shows with brand-new faces versus brand-name stars. Raquel Zimmermann, who began walking major shows in 1999, continues to be a Lagerfeld favorite and closed Chanel. Sasha Pivovarova, forever Prada’s darling, closed Miu Miu. Olga Sherer and Anabela Belikova looked formidably untouchable opening and closing Lanvin. But Paris’s spotlight has been fixed squarely on Amanda Laine. Opening Alexander McQueen and Miu Miu, plus closing Louis Vuitton, the young Canadian has made a huge splash in her first season. Paris was hers, and we're giving her the week's win.
All Fashion Week we’ve pitted the bright-eyed rookies against the familiar runway beauties to determine the Model of the Week. Once again, our complex algorithm took into account the number of each model’s openings and closings at big shows as well as a general buzz factor in the tents.
At the end of today's Times feature on the "punk house" — those big, cavernous sticker-encrusted warehouses, in which punks from Brooklyn to Nebraska hold shows and bake and digest soy casseroles — is a small but touching paean to an underappreciated facet of now-defunct club CBGB: The toilet. "The be-stickered, be-fliered and graffiti-emblazoned black hole" was a modern icon, the Times says, and none other than Sonic Youth's Thurston Moore agreed. “That’s the one thing that sears itself into your memory,” he told the paper. “It’s that toilet.” Shudder. Something tells us the contractors working on the John Varvatos store would agree.
Anarchy Rules, the Dishes Stay Dirty [NYT]
As we all know, living in the world, hubris never bites people in the ass the way we want it to. Karl Rove left the White House before anything brought him down, people still read Perez Hilton, and Donald Trump still retains the power of speech. But could it possibly be that Scott Boras, the man who thought he was bigger than the World Series, is finally getting thrown from his high horse? Since it was announced last night that A-Rod went back to the negotiating table with the Yankees — alone — everyone's been speculating on what this means for Boras. L.A. Times columnist Bill Shalkin even calls today "Schadenfreude Day" (which is funny, because we thought every day was Schadenfreude Day).