Artist Sarah Sophie Flicker knows Fashion Week can be a bit overwhelming, but she's got a smart strategy: use Maybelline mascara and wear Erin Fetherston, because damn if everyone's just not loving the ethereal blonde's ethereal work right about now.
Going to a Baby Phat show feels a bit like going to a nightclub. The prospect of a big ol' spectacle gets everyone to tease up their hair and put on something shiny — one woman showed up in a dress that had mesh strips that went all the way up to her butt cleavage — and stand around sipping drinks, bopping their heads to the dance music, and craning their necks to see if that really is Jeremy Piven over there, or if it’s just some dude who hates to shower. It's such a tornado of humanity that we couldn't even make our way to the bar, and as you know by now, that says a lot.
Dashing into the crowded yet blessedly air-conditioned lobby at the Thakoon show, we accidentally almost bowled right over Olivia Chantecaille, who probably would not have appreciated being snapped in two by a couple of L.A. girls whimpering about the humidity. (We're delicate flowers. Let's hope she heard our apologies.)
The Max Azria show was jam-packed with socialites and celebrities alike, but none of them seemed to matter once the lights dimmed and Nicole Richie — wearing a bump-concealing, floaty thing — made a beeline for her seat. "You can only tell she's pregnant by her boobs," squealed the girl next to us. "She looks so much better with the baby weight on," announced another as we all stared at the wings tattooed on her less-bony shoulder blades. Well comparatively less bony. But it's a start.
• Thom Browne's maybe-twink is cuter than all of our boyfriends put together. [Daily Intel]
• The early word from Baby Phat: shitshow. Stay tuned for Fuggish impressions. [Jezebel]
• Candace Bushnell's Fashion Week has been rough. Maybe that's why she looks so wounded. [Fashion Dish/NYDN]
• To celebrate the end of the taxi strike, Robin Givhan hits Saks' Shoe Megaloporium for some proper heels. Alas, if only Chloé boots were made for women with regular calves. [Off the Runway/WP]
• We're just going to throw some phrases around out there: Pete Wentz. Clothing line. Macy's. God is dead. [StyleHive]
• Memo to YSL: What the hell are you guys doing with your new marketing campaign? It's a really busy week; we don't have time to wrap our heads around whatever you're up to. [Fashion Inc.]
Cynthia Rowley's press kit listed an "Arden halo" as one of her models' accessories, so we were surprised to see self-proclaimed reluctant socialite Arden Wohl in the front row of Rowley's show wearing her signature headband up on her hair instead of resting on her forehead. We presume she finally realized that in hot weather, you can get some wicked zits when your signature look suffocates your T-zone.
Aja Mangum, New York's tireless beauty editor, has hit the shows yet again, this time scoping out the hotness backstage at Alexander Wang. According to makeup artist Dick Page, the styling was inspired by "street girls au naturel." No, he didn't mean hooker-chic (damn!), but more the look of a glam gal out on the town. Think textured hair, some "murk in the eye," a bit of bronzer —; and voilà! The show was also styled by former model Erin Wasson, who summed up Dick's work in one word: "amazing." See it to believe it, people.
Day two of the shows was a model watcher's dream, and not the pervy kind. Chanel Iman, Sasha Pivovarova, Caroline Trentini and a freshly cropped Freja Beha all strutted their stuff. But the big winner was our new favorite and one to watch, Catherine McNeil. She opened for the Brits at Preen — one of the most buzz-worthy shows this week (hopping the pond will do that for you).
Throughout the week, New York's biggest buyers will be filling us in on which runway looks they plan to snatch up for spring. Today, Jennifer Mankins, owner of Brooklyn boutique Bird, reveals her potential picks. She's eyeing Rachel Comey's shoes, rag & bone's shirtdresses, and Karen Walker's floral prints.
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?
As Fashion Week kicks into high gear, the critics are already doling out gold stars for femininity from Marchesa and Erin Fetherston — and sharpening their knives for Gwen Stefani's L.A.M.B. line. And what of prom-chic staple BCBG, you ask?
Today, Giorgio Armani ventures deeper into the world of online fashion by offering the entire Emporio Armani line at emporioarmani.com for the first time. The designer spoke with New York Magazine fashion director Harriet Mays Powell via e-mail.