Last week we wished for someone to create a Vogue editor-at-large André Leon Talley Barbie Doll. But Nylon brought to our attention something that we can enjoy almost enough and that, more importantly, actually exists: the André Leon Talley T-shirt.
Vogue editor-at-large André Leon Talley was forced to stand at the Oscar de la Renta show because he showed a few moments late when the damn thing dared to start on time, but at Proenza Schouler, he chose to stand, according to British Vogue. Apparently there wasn't room in the front row for his two new lust objects, Rodnick designers Richard Ascott and Philip Colbert. "They're the most exciting thing since Warhol," Talley was overheard saying. Well! (Totally unrelated question, purely as an aside: Are these guys hot? We're shallow. It's a valid question.)
Jerry Seinfeld says the first comic he found funny was Bozo the Clown. Model Agyness Deyn celebrated her 25th birthday at Don Hills by throwing cake at the crowd. Neil Strauss offers pick-up tips to Rush and Molloy. Pegu Club bartender Erin Williams is currently in Kittila, Lapland, competing in the tenth annual Finlandia Vodka Cup. Diff'rent Strokes star Gary Coleman got married to a Utah redhead a foot taller and eighteen years younger (and he lost his virginity – thanks for ruining our breakfast, "Page Six"!).
• Naomi Campbell took a surprise stroll down the catwalk at London Fashion Week yesterday for Kisa. [Telegraph]
• As London Fashion Week nears its halfway point, trends emerge including Amy Winehouse eye makeup, cropped leather jackets, thick eye-skimming fringe, and thick-framed square glasses. The LFW quarters also boast a pub that serves, of all things, pie and mash and beer. [Times]
• We saw a lot of short skirts at New York Fashion Week, but Christopher Kane and Marios Schwab showed long hemlines in London yesterday. Bonus: Kane's highly anticipated show gets another rave review. [Guardian]
During a week that's all about forecasting and setting trends, we're starting to think the biggest one is that 10 a.m. is the new crack of dawn. Thank God for Mariska Hargitay, without whom the front rows at Vera Wang this morning would've felt as lifeless as our hair after six days of heat-styling.
• Cathy Horyn calls Tuleh "a nice gaudy American spectacle with a crackup at the end," loves Diane Von Furstenberg's sleek collection, and enjoyed going to the Box at Super Bowl halftime to watch models try to dance. [NYT]
When we spilled out of our cab two blocks from Oscar de la Renta's show at the Third Church of Christ Science on Monday afternoon, approximately twenty minutes after the time on the invite (and therefore at least ten to fifteen minutes before the show realistically should have started), and spotted two women we recognized as front-row industry types running toward the venue, we knew we were screwed.
There’s nothing like bookending day one with a pair of genuine national treasures: Liza Minnelli at breakfast time, and come supper, that deeply understated legend of Lycra-blend we call Kimora Lee Simmons. Tonight’s Baby Phat show was everything we’ve come to expect from the exceedingly subtle model turned designer, right down to the feathered hot pants, visible garter belts, and getups that felt inspired by Atonement via a few head injuries and maybe a martini.
We've been obsessed with Norman Hsu, the Chinese immigrant and would-be clothing entrepreneur who became one of the biggest Democratic fund-raisers in the nation, ever since he was arrested earlier this fall for running a "massive" Ponzi scheme. The Wall Street Journal today closes the book on Hsu with a lengthy and at times cinematic profile that begins with Hsu partying with politicos in his Soho loft and ends with his attempted suicide on a cross-country Amtrak. "Am I in jail?" a sleeping-pill-addled Hsu reportedly asked the conductor. "No, you're in Colorado," the conductor replied. But our favorite part of the retelling of the Life of Hsu was his interaction with a goon called "Shrimp Boy."
Raymond Chow, who acquaintances call Shrimp Boy, says he confronted Mr. Hsu in 1990 on behalf of friends who had invested in the glove business. Mr. Chow — who stands 5-foot-4, is heavily muscled, and has a dragon tattoo on his torso — says that at that time he was an enforcer for the Hop Sing Tong, an association that prosecutors have said was involved in crimes ranging from prostitution to heroin trafficking. Mr. Hsu suggested they collect money stashed at his house. Mr. Chow took the wheel of Mr. Hsu's new, white Toyota 4Runner; Mr. Hsu rode in the passenger seat.
Following Mr. Hsu's directions, Mr. Chow made an illegal turn and was pulled over by police. "I'm being kidnapped," Mr. Hsu told the officers, according to police reports. Mr. Chow and two associates were arrested. But Mr. Chow denied the charges and Mr. Hsu refused to testify, so the case was dropped. "He outsmarted me," recalls Mr. Chow, who abandoned his collection effort.
We all know that starting tomorrow night, the subways will be filled with drunk people in costumes, all the way until Halloween on Wednesday. In case you're still without costume inspiration, despite our best efforts to help your asses, we trolled last night's Fashion Group International Night of Stars gala to ask celebrities what their costumes would be. "It won't be from Ricky's," said Jane Krakowski, who has been wearing a fat suit on 30 Rock. André Leon Talley wrote our jokes for us. "I always go as myself," he said. Not a bad idea: You can do it, too, readers: Just throw on your graduation robe and call yourself an "Editor-at-Large." Princess Alexandra of Greece is dressing her 5-year-old son as Darth Vadar, but she recalled her most memorable costume? "My husband and I were once Catwoman and Catman or something," she said. You mean — BATman? "I don't know — we both wore matching cat masks." We tried Tilda Swinton, another foreigner. "I'm from Scotland where Halloween was invented. We have very different traditions. I'm not really sure what the American tradition is," she said. "I did see a woman on the subway the other day here who was looking through a very sexy lingerie catalogue, picking out her Halloween costume, but we don't switch it that way." Well, we explained, American girls like to look slutty. "Right. Well, I'm looking forward to it — when is it? Wednesday?" Sure is! "I think I'll probably wear my birthday suit." —Amy OdellGet fashion tips from Jean Paul Gaultier, Mayor Bloomberg, and Joan Jett at our complete coverage of the Fashion Group International's Night of Stars.
Proenza Schouler moved uptown to the magnificent Park Avenue Armory this year, and their fans came with them. We spotted the usual cadre of interchangeable blonde fashion editors, a sprinkling of socialites (including Aerin Lauder and avowed Proenza lover Jessica Joffe, who was wearing the same outfit she had on at the 11 a.m. Sari Gueron show scandale!), and, of course, Anna Wintour, this time with daughter Bee Shaffer in tow.
Ivana Trump must not be a Top Chef fan. Appearing this morning at Vera Wang (and sans her burnished male escort from yesterday), Ivana sat hip-to-hip with Padma Lakshmi in the front row — yet they never seemed to speak or exchange a glance. Shouldn't they be gabbing about how tall C.J. is or whether somebody could please place a ban on the contestants making tuna tartare?
In the increasingly competitive coffee-shop market, savvy independents keep searching for ways to trounce the Seattle Goliath. Some turn to rock-star baristas, others to the sanctity of their politically correct, sustainably grown beans. Roasting Plant, which opened last week on the Lower East Side, relies on new technology and Wonka-esque spectacle.
Earlier this week, André Leon Talley rhapsodized to us about Carolina Herrera and Oscar de la Renta. We caught up with him at Vera Wang to get his updated assessment of the week — just click the links to see the looks. And he's still wearing "The New American Dream" Baby Phat coat the Fug Girls loved so much.
What else have you liked this week?
Marchesa, J.Mendel, and Michael Kors all hit a new radar—they crashed into a radar of American elegance.
Socialite and CIRCA creative director Fabiola Beracasa is filing regular reports on her Fashion Week experiences. We present her diary of Monday's Fab life.9 a.m. I was on an important phone call at work and watching the clock tick-tocking towards 10 a.m. I realized I was going to miss the Carolina Herrera show! Boo-hoo for Fab.