Miuccia made our job easy today, since the Prada’s casting is the one to watch. And as the designer frequently does, she broke a star: Natalia Chabanenko, a pouty brunette who bookended the lineup and clenched today’s win.
Models are supposed to blend into the background and let the clothes grab the attention. But after yesterday's mini-kerfuffle, in which it was discovered that some glazed-over soul at Style.com had confused photos of Chanel Iman for those of Jourdan Dunn, we were reminded that perhaps mannequins do the job a little too well and fashion insiders can't tell the girls apart. For shame!
• Ass-electrocutionist Anne Slowey responds! The Elle editor commented on yesterday's post about her quest to flatten her posterior and boldly admits to merely imagining a phone call to her psychic. Or perhaps we misread? Whatever, the woman still electrocuted her tush. [Cut]
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.
• PETA says it managed to get an operative into Donna Karan's home yesterday. The young woman tricked her way past Karan's assistant by using a fashionable outfit and a tray of soy lattes. When Karan showed up, the infiltrator put on a DVD of animals being harvested for their pelts. [NYP]
• Runway model vet Karen Elson fell down as she closed Zac Posen's show, and Sean "Diddy" Combs and Caroline Trentini helped her up. [The Cut]
"The message was brutally simplistic: Don't care about the cost," said Clive Christian at Saks Fifth Avenue this past Saturday afternoon. He was at the department store to celebrate getting into the Guinness World Records book for his fragrance, called No. 1, the world's most expensive perfume. Back in 1999, when he took over Britain's Crown Perfumery, the company's noses instructed him to disregard the sustainability of ingredients and the expense in creating the No. 1 scent. He wound up creating a perfume of Indian jasmine, mandarin, and sandalwood that costs $865 for 10ml and is favored by Katie Holmes, Elton John, the Beckhams, and assorted royalty. We doused ourselves in No. 1 and asked midtown holiday shoppers how classy we smelled.
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Oh, no, she didn't! Charlene Marshall, the wife of Brooke Astor's son Anthony Marshall, who was recently indicted for looting his late mother's estate, showed up all huffy at an Upper West Side Barnes & Noble Monday night, where author Frances Keirnan, was reading from her book The Last Mrs. Astor: A New York Story, a biography about the grande dame's life and philanthropy that touches on the recent scandal. During the Q&A session, a witness told "Page Six," Marshall caused a scene by confronting the author about her reporting. She was "waving her hand furiously," the witness said. "It was such bad form on her part." Still, the source notes, "She looked good. She's lost weight and had her hair done." There's nothing like having your entire world fall apart to bring a flush to your cheeks and help you lose that extra five pounds!
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Poor Vikram Pandit! He's been on the Citigroup throne for only a few hours, and already everyone is raining on his parade. "There was some hope that somebody with a bigger name would be chosen, so maybe from that perspective there is some disappointment," Lee Delaporte, director of research at Dreman Value Management, told Reuters. Business Week, along with everyone else, took it upon themselves to elucidate just how much this job sucks, and CNN called his résumé "flimsy." Well, at the very least, they know he's not going to pull a Jimmy Cayne. "I don't play golf. Period," Pandit told New York in 2002. "I'm sure I'd enjoy it, but I just never got good at it." But what do we really know about Vikram Pandit? After the jump, the salient facts of the 50-year-old CEO's life.
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Hill Country and the forthcoming Wildwood have been getting most of the headlines lately, but RUB seems to be the New York barbecue most likely to take over the world. The huge Vegas operation is set to open on the 15th at the Rio, and owner Andrew Fischel also has plans to open an immense RUB in Los Angeles. “It’s still something we’re in talks on, but it’s going to be big!” Fischel tells us. Of course it is. RUB is a planet eater. But will this occasion the building of a second RUB chopper? Or will L.A.'s car culture demand a RUB hot rod, possibly with a smoke-belching blower coming out of the hood? Or maybe a RUB lowrider? Fischel is mum on the possibilities, but we can’t help but dream.
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On the list of people we want to see destroyed, the recently returned Tuscan tourist ranks high. Everyone has met this person. Nothing is quite the same as it is in Italy; “the pasta we have here just doesn’t compare ” “the ingredients are handled with such simplicity ” and blah blah blah. Meanwhile, they have the same flour, olive oil, and wooden spoons in both places, so what’s the big deal? We aim to find out this week, when “Five Days to Taste Tuscany’s Maremma” hits New York.
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Okay, so we know it's totally possible that "Page Six" has been exaggerating the crap out of this Lance Armstrong and Ashley Olsen relationship. Like, we heard from an eyewitness that they weren't actually making out at Rose Bar the other night, they were just whispering. But anyway, they were spotted again at Waverly Inn on Tuesday, so maybe there's something to it. For our own amusement, we tried to imagine the conversation they had over delicious chicken pot pie at the trendy restaurant:
Lance: You know, I've been a fan of yours since Full House.
Ashley: Aw, thanks. That's so sweet. I was so fat then!
Lance: I thought you were adorable. I watch the reruns with my kids. You really pulled off all of those matching baby jumpers! I never dreamed I'd get to actually make out with you.
Ashley: I get that a lot. I really admire what you did with, you know, your ball cancer. You took lemons and made them into lemonade..
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