Tom Ford Menswear Is UnstoppableSales of Tom Ford’s men’s line have exceeded projections, Pierre Bergé reveals he didn’t tell Yves Saint Laurent the designer had a brain tumor, and Michael Kors laments past menswear.
The Skinny on Milan’s Male ModelsRemember how, during the past few fashion weeks, there’s been such a to-do about the health of female models? In 2006 in Madrid, designers were ordered to select only runway models with a healthy body mass index and officially banned from using any that set an unhealthy example for young women. This was followed by political efforts in other cities, including New York, to institute the same kind of rule. Designers and buyers alike took sides in the debate. Well, it’s been a while since we’ve talked about the issue, but we’re wondering whether it might be coming up again this season. As many fashionistas are winging their way back to New York from the Milan shows today, we’re hearing that there’s buzz about the size of the models. The male models.In this week’s Italian menswear shows, as you can tell from scanning through New York’s extensive photo galleries, there was an emphasis on the super-skinny. “The models did look more like stick insects than usual,” texted one fashion guru while idling on an airport runway waiting to come home. “Even Dolce & Gabbana [who often favor overmuscled hunks] had slightly more slender models!” This is a city that made headlines for plastering itself with cautionary billboards of a naked anorexic woman before last fashion week, too. We’re not saying any of these guys are unhealthy (we’ll wait until the swimwear shows start to really start judging), but they’ve certainly gotten that “colt look” going. Kate Bosworth would kill for those legs!
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Better Get to That Wild Edibles Party Early!
Being lifelong fans of labor strife and (especially) guerrilla street theater, we received this press release with some excitement. We are passing it on without comment, except to ask why this doesn’t happen more often. What could dramatize the struggle of labor versus management better than the preannounced crashing of ritzy parties?
It’s New Year’s Eve. Run for Your Life.Well, folks, we were back for a moment, and now we’re gone again. But never fear, Daily Intel will return with a vengeance on Wednesday (and for good. We have no vacation written into our contracts — we just had to stop last week because our fingers, and souls, were bleeding). Since we know you’ve probably already left work and are going on to whatever horror you’ve got planned for this evening, we’re going to leave you with a bunch of heartfelt wishes for New Year’s Eve. While we would normally recommend getting the hell out of the city on this wretched night, we know you all, like us, are still here, and that you, like us, still allow yourself at your age to be bullied by some latent high-school-era belief that tonight should be the most fun night you have this year, and not only that, but the most fun night of your entire life thus far! We sure hope you won’t be disappointed! Here’s to that! And along with that we’d like to bestow upon you the following well-intentioned toasts…
• Know more than eight other people at the giant open-bar party that you paid $200 to get into.
• Be so entertained by friends and merriment that you don’t have to watch any New Year’s Eve special on any major network, including MTV because God help you if you do.
• Not have to give a midnight kiss to that only semi-cute person you were sandbagging at the beginning of the evening in case no one hotter came around.
The Solo Filmmaker Looking for HarmonyOnce a week, Daily Intel takes a peek at what your friends and neighbors are doing behind doors left slightly ajar. Today, the Solo Filmmaker Looking for Harmony: 26, Astoria, female, single.
8:30 a.m.: Woken up by vibration somewhere in my sheets.
8:31 a.m.: It’s my phone. I just started dating again after a two-year hiatus. I don’t answer in fear that it’s one of my dates.
8:40 a.m.: Can’t get back to sleep. Go pee. Sore from masturbating last night. Haven’t had sex in 23 months.
8:45 a.m.: Check e-mail. Received eight matches from eHarmony. Just signed up last night, so I’m super-excited. One guy is holding a little puppy. Begin to figure out how eHarmony works. Send “1st Questions” to the puppy guy.
We’ll Take Celebrity Chefs Over Emo Food Memoirs Any DayHartford Courant restaurant critic Elissa Altman has a very long and very powerful essay over at the Huffington Post about the state of food writing, and it repeats something we’ve heard often: Personal, heartfelt memoirs about food should trump the fembots of the Food Network and their ilk. It’s an argument we can well understand, but we disagree.