Listen up, everybody, we have an administrative announcement. (This is a little like that fire-safety director who randomly comes over the loudspeakers in your building to interrupt your day — except it's a fashion alert, so you should listen this time.) The fashion department at New York has been doing a little work on the side lately, and the result is a brand-spanking-new magazine, New York Look. If our Fashion Week coverage at nymag.com is practically live, intended to convey the excitement of the shows as they happen, then Look is the fully digested, carefully thought-through, and gorgeously photographed follow-up — the distilled essence, we hope, of everything that happened this spring season in New York, London, Milan, and Paris.
An online version of Look will appear in the coming weeks, but we venture to say that you really should pick up the print version on a newsstand today, because it's rather beautiful. On the cover and at the heart of the magazine are over 40 superb images by Magnum photographer Paolo Pellegrin, who shot backstage at every major show around the world — that's his photo of Agyness Deyn at Missoni in Milan above this text (her skin is even more loathsomely flawless in print, trust us). We'll have an expanded edit of Paolo's work online soon, but these pictures do demand to be seen at large sizes on glossy paper.
On top of that, our editors break down the essential spring trends for both men and women via a voluminous series of runway shots. There's Amy Larocca on Marc Jacobs. Vanessa Grigoriadis on Roberto Cavalli. The Fug Girls on Anna Wintour and Roger Federer. Plus party coverage, model reports and … okay, we'll shut up now. Look costs $5.99 on newsstands, and it's available in New York at most Barnes & Noble stores, Whole Foods, Eastern News, Hudson News, Universal News, and too many smaller outlets to list here (out of town, Barnes & Noble in Los Angeles, San Francisco, Miami, Philadelphia, Chicago, Boston, Seattle and Atlanta has it). Or you can order it online at nymag.com/look (where it costs, um, more … the cost of shipping is crazy!). Check it out. Really.
The sky didn't fall, even when it opened. The VMAs landed smack in the middle of Fashion Week and threatened to rain on our stargazing parade, but in the end — after all the wailing, teeth-gnashing, and prophesies of doom — neither an awful awards show nor an actual deluge could spoil the celebrity turnout in the front rows. It's enough to make our Grinchy hearts grow three sizes. Or at least keep us smiling through the pain of our considerable blisters.
Without further ado, here's a look at a few of the highlights:
You think it's easy being a waiter at a high-end French restaurant? Hardly. Chanterelle server Ian Tomaschik has to serve and clear a six-course tasting menu while also replenishing bread and silverware and making drinks and coffees. "In the beginning," he told Grub Street, "I didn't think I could pull it off." But he has, for six years, and it's worth it: "Once I saw the name Barry Williams on the reservation list. I was like, I can’t believe I’m waiting on Greg Brady." Tomaschik is this week's Ask a Waiter.
Ian Tomaschik of Chanterelle Will Serve You Fake Wine If Your Secretary Asks [Grub Street]
The Four Seasons gets perhaps the most negative two-star review in the history of the Times; Bruni seems to think the stars were grandfathered in. A telling example of how reputation floats reviews. [NYT]
Meehan, meanwhile, visits a chowhound's paradise, a Hindu temple in Flushing. [NYT]
Morandi takes another blow, this time from Time Out’s Randall Lane, who like our own Adam Platt, finds it overdesigned and unimpressive, albeit with a few decent dishes. [TONY]
Related: Not So Bene [NYM]
Flicking through Flickr, we happened across this very cool shot looking south at the corner of Ninth Avenue and 14th Street. We don't really understand what was done to make the buildings and trucks all look like miniatures, but we do like the nice metaphor of the meatpacking district being nothing more than a collection of overcute playthings. Nice work, random Flickr photog.
"All right," said the rabbi. "We'll try to get to the food as fast as we can." Rose Water, the Haute Barnyard Park Slope restaurant, was holding its second-annual second-night Passover Seder, and the obstacle between the starving, secular attendees and the five-course prix fixe was an hour-long ritual leavened, as it were, with trademark neighborhood sanctimony. The plagues recitation became a mini-lecture on abused women (the modern-day plagues were rape, shame, and so on); we were even more riveted by the time- and nabe-specific Four Questions.
Bloomberg holds sway over our eating habits like no mayor before him. [NYT]
Wayne Nish is out to save Varietal from its folly, including a “full-of-itself wine list [that] boasted obscure, uninspired vintages masquerading as hidden treasures,” and desserts that were “scary messes.” [NYT]
Behold, the Starbucks master plan for growth — which may help to explain its aggressive anti-union strategy, which has roused the ire of the National Labor Relations Board. [Business Week]
Yesterday we schlepped out to the Brownsville section of Brooklyn because we were promised Jon Bon Jovi working on a Habitat for Humanity house. "Delta Air Lines joins Jon Bon Jovi and members of the Philadelphia Soul arena football team on Tuesday, April 3, 2007, at 1:00 p.m. to participate in a build with Habitat for Humanity-New York City," said the press release (the emphasis is ours), which seemed pretty clear. Bon Jovi! Brooklyn! Together! Yay! But then we got there and discovered the dude merely giving a press conference. Wasn't Jon going to "participate" in that "build"? "You really don't want to see me grabbing a hammer," he said. (Actually, we did, which is why we spent an hour on the D.) "But I'll be happy to purchase them." Sigh. How about Marty Markowitz, also on the scene — was he excited to have a genuine rock star purchasing hammers for Brooklyn? "I can't really tell you I know his stuff," the usually indefatigable borough president said, "but I know people are crazy about him." We should have stayed in midtown. —Jonah Green
We ran into Reiko Aylesworth, who used to play CTU agent Michelle Dessler on 24, at a party for the new Philip Seymour Hoffman play, Jack Goes Boating, recently. And so we realized we had a perfect opportunity to get some expert insight on our 24 Absurd-o-Meter, which she confessed she hadn't seen.
Did you ever read a script and just blurt out, "What the hell?!"
Oh, we would do that, probably every other day. There's a lot of stuff that gets to us, and we say, "Oh, come on." And it actually doesn't even air. There were things that they wanted to do with my character …
Oh, like, suicide. Within the course of 24 hours, I become suicidal.
• The Times reveals that the Garden State has been regularly raiding its own state-worker pension fund, funneling billions into other government projects. Given the size of its public sector, disaster looms; New Jersey, we thought better of you. [NYT]
• Activists in East Harlem faced bulldozers in a dramatic, and failed, showdown over a community garden. The site, on 110th and Fifth, is being cleared for the future Museum for African Art — and, of course, a luxury condo tower. [amNY]
• The Giuliani campaign, God's gift to tabloids, has turned to Rudy's international-policy experience: "I've probably been in foreign lands more than any other candidate" as a private consultant, he assured New Hampshire and hinted he'll hit Iraq next. [NYDN]
• The Knitting Factory, the Tribeca music institution, is promising not to go the way of Tonic, Sin-é, CBGB, and many others: Should the rent skyrocket when its lease runs out, the club will try buying the whole building. [MetroNY]
• And midtown's old-money hangout/tourist trap '21' Club has even longer arms than previously thought: It just stopped the Pittsburgh Pirates from naming a stadium sports bar "Club 21." Because otherwise the two would be indistinguishable. [NYP]
Actor Ian Tomaschik is a server at Tribeca standby Chanterelle, where he must also act as his own bartender, expediter, and runner, which means making his patrons’ cappuccinos, stocking bread and silverware, even shelving clean glasses while also plating and clearing a six-course tasting menu. “In the beginning,” he says, “I didn’t think I could pull it off.” Still, he saw the restaurant through its temporary closure and downturn in business after the terrorist attacks of 2001 and has now been there almost six years. We asked him to reflect on his time there.
• Metropolitan Opera 40th Anniversary Gala. Metropolitan Opera, Lincoln Center, 7 p.m. Expected guests include Julianna Margulies and Ivanka Trump. And there are still tickets for the public left in the "Orchestra Balance" and "Orchestra Prime" sections! Ah, Orchestra Prime: the most highbrow of the Transformers.
We were such innocents a mere eight days ago. Times were much simpler then; we had hope in our hearts and an unfailing optimism that our job covering celebrities in Fashion Week's front rows would be like shooting fish in a barrel, minus the ricochet.
Even though not as many famous faces showed up as we'd have liked, we managed to come out the other end a very happy, sated pair. After all, we love clothes, Champagne, and sandwiches, and we got a lot of all three this week. Here are some of the highlights and lowlights of our second stint covering the celebrity turnout at Bryant Park and, yes, of the 37 shows we saw, we didlike a lot of the clothes.
Wednesday's installment of the Fab Life is an epic. Riding the Fashion Week whirlwind, Fabiola hits five shows, arranges to host the Radar relaunch, chats up Zinedine Zidane, and has an unfortunate encounter with a can of Coke Zero.9 a.m. Woke up to Vera Wang and Calvin Klein garment bags for the shows tomorrow. But I had to try on the looks later, as I had Michael Kors at 10 a.m. and an interview with the Palm Beach Post (for CIRCA) to do before that!
After savaging Derek Lam, Narciso, and Doo.Ri yesterday, the critics softened up a bit for Michael Kors and Proenza. But who exactly likes Rodarte still? And will Malandrino dance her way out of critics' hearts?
So far, buyers from Bergdorf Goodman, Bird, and Intermix have told us which runway looks they plan to snatch up for fall. Now Ann Watson, VP fashion director at Henri Bendel, joins the party. Ann will be stocking Michael Kors's cocktail dresses, Anna Sui's prints, and Malandrino's purples.
We found it deliciously evil that Catherine Malandrino scheduled her fall-winter 2007 at the Chelsea Art Museum to coincide with "Dangerous Beauty," an exhibit that forces visitors to walk across a floor of bathroom scales. The very idea that a bunch of fashionistas, bundled up in an extra ten pounds of outerwear no less, might be required to traipse across a gigantic Floor of Judgment in order to see Malandrino's show thoroughly tantalized us. The prospect had absolutely nothing to do with our decision to wear fewer layers today. Nothing at all.
Name: Catherine Malandrino
Age: No comment
Job: Designer. Her fall collection debuts today at the Chelsea Art Museum.
Neighborhood: Riverside Drive
Who's your favorite New Yorker, living or dead, real or fictional?
What's the best meal you've eaten in New York?
Steak from Peter Luger.
In one sentence, what do you actually do all day in your job?
Designing, drafting, fitting, cutting, draping, looking.