Fashion Week in Review
Vive la Vignette!
That’s my round up of Fashion Week.
So many designers this season bucked the runway for an elegant presentation in a gallery, hotel or studio.
This is the way of the future my friends.
MAO
Went to the MAO party on Thursday night to kick off Fashion Week.
They really went all out this year with a bevy of burlesque dancers in silver makeup and glittering body paint and studly go go boys equally dazzling. WORLD FAMOUS BOB performed a gorgeous Marilyn Monroe strip tease and Lady Bunny thrilled the crowd with her raunchy re worked songs like Lauryn Hill's "Girl, you better, Wash Out!"
I was with my yummy friend Jurgen who is launching his own menswear line that is deee-lovely. I talked him up to a load of people and we kissed lots of old friends and cute new ones.
After the performance we headed to the relaunch of TAB.
Yes, you heard correctly. TAB is relaunching as a girly energy drink like Red Bull.
My friend, social swirler, Dabney Mercer invited me and I took Jurgen, Wesley and his friend over to The Drive In space. We passed up the TAB for the open bar and shook our trunks to some tunes while chatting with Dabney and a bevy of other beauties. I got just tipsy enough to tear my way into the inner circle of Missy Elliot's posse and start dancing around my girl.
I being in a corset and Westwood shirt with a tit print on the chest, Missy and her girls are loving me. They hoop, they holler, I almost fall over. Enough of that.
My lil posse heads out to hail a cab and lets fashion week begin.
SHOWS
Instead of the cattle call line to get into a show, the hope for a front row seat, the onslaught of the press to cover gross celebrities and a show where the models walk so fast you don’t even see the clothes, this is a fresh break.
In a vignette the models are all standing about for 3 hours (poor gals and lads) while the press takes there time looking at each piece, seeing it from all sides while taking notes and pictures. This way designers get much more bang for their buck, the press gets to actually mingle and catch up and the best part- There is usually cocktails!
Thom Brown had the best vignette in my book. It was at Exit art on the west side and he created a tableau vivant of boys skating in an ice skating rink, with snow fluttering about and sweet lulling music wafting through the air. Pine trees dotted the interior and editors mingled around the rink. His PR told us that the casting was a double duty. They boys had to be not only cute but well balanced ice skaters as well. I told Thom that what got me most tickled were the boys in shorts sporting sock garters.
After Thom I went to the new line Loden Dager (www.lodendager.com)
They had a vignette in the Frying Pan, that old trawler on Pier 63. That was great fun. Good DJ and boys standing at the bar, in rooms, on deck, all decked out in beautiful suits and fitted pants and button downs. Very French Beat generation.
Philip Lim had a great event with all the girls standing in a swirl of plastic sheets with a string quarter playing "Purple Rain"
HollyWould had the most elegant event. Staged at Christies she had all of the young socialites, including my two new friends Tinsley Mortimer and Dabney Mercer perched on 18th century lounges wearing her latest designs while sipping martinis.
They were all behind velvet ropes because they were wearing several million dollars worth of diamonds on loan for the night.
I chatted with Tins and Dabs and I noticed a cute boy approaching. I asked Tinsley who it was and she had no idea.
Then I asked Dabney and she screams, "Cator!" and rolls her eyes, "He was the one I tried to hook you up with at Bungalow 8 and then he had to leave and I don’t know what happened." Oh right, like I remember ANYTHING that happens at Bungalow.
Then Tinsley chirps in, "Ha ha! Cator made out with a boy and can’t remember him! Ha ha!"
We all had a good giggle with that one.
Those who didn’t stage a vignette are still OK in my book, for now.
Duckie Brown rocked my world with a sinister collection shown in a salon at The Carlyle uptown.
John Bartlett exorcised his Lumberjack fetish with a sexy collection of plaids, leather pants and duck boots
Trovata had yodelers and a St. Bernard in their show which was inspired by a scandalous trip to a Swiss Ski Chalet
Doo Ri was one of my favorite women’s shows full of silky black gowns topped with rugged purple plaid tops, capes and coats
Ruffian, who showed at the Arts Club as usual, was an ode to the Great American Novel. All the pieces were a perfect fit for Zelda Fitzgerald or Dorothy Parker
Keenan Duffty was great with his ode to Punks that is always spot on
Heatherette seemed the most wearable yet! Although wearable for club kids and teenagers, at least it wasn’t ALL big bird feather dresses (poor Naomi closed the show wearing one, not flattering)
HAPPY VALLEY
Heatherette's after party never disappoints and having it at Happy Valley only made it more amusing. Susan has officially landed back on the nightlife scene as the new New York Magazine article proves. I arrived with gossip hound and uber gentleman Ben Widdicombe to a club that is yet to open with hundreds of people waiting to get in. As soon as the doors swing open people race to the velvet ropes. Luckily Drew from Paper comes out and lassos us through the throngs. The party was a hoot and Amanda Lepore was super excited to be back from her 2 day trip to Copenhagen. I love that she pinned the doll that Jason Wu made of her onto her nude bathing suit. She looked like a voodoo warrior form Vegas.
MTV VJ
At some point at the tents Patrick and I went to the VIP champagne bar and met THE cutest boy ever. His name is Shire and he is a VJ for MTV Sweden and Denmark (is my oracle sending Scandinavian boy vibes my way eternally?). We drank copious amounts of bubbly and promised to meet up in the week. We were talking business and he pulled out his MTV microphone in the bar. When this happened half the crowd stopped talking and shot sex eyes his way. When they realized the damn thing wasn’t plugged in they glared and returned to sipping. Damn! I want an MTV mic to carry around. It’s better than being well hung. I saw Shire at several events and we finally met up on the last day of Fashion Week at Opaline where we danced for hours and said our goodbyes. Why are the good ones always so far away?
This was the best fashion week for me so far.
I was invited (or at least attended) around 20 shows (mostly front row!)and really got the word out that I am writing for great publications and that I should be kept in the loop with all the PR kids.
I also got to wear pretty clothes, see pretty clothes, meet pretty people and get completely schnozzled the entire week.
Yeay Fashion Week!!!
That’s my round up of Fashion Week.
So many designers this season bucked the runway for an elegant presentation in a gallery, hotel or studio.
This is the way of the future my friends.
MAO
Went to the MAO party on Thursday night to kick off Fashion Week.
They really went all out this year with a bevy of burlesque dancers in silver makeup and glittering body paint and studly go go boys equally dazzling. WORLD FAMOUS BOB performed a gorgeous Marilyn Monroe strip tease and Lady Bunny thrilled the crowd with her raunchy re worked songs like Lauryn Hill's "Girl, you better, Wash Out!"
I was with my yummy friend Jurgen who is launching his own menswear line that is deee-lovely. I talked him up to a load of people and we kissed lots of old friends and cute new ones.
After the performance we headed to the relaunch of TAB.
Yes, you heard correctly. TAB is relaunching as a girly energy drink like Red Bull.
My friend, social swirler, Dabney Mercer invited me and I took Jurgen, Wesley and his friend over to The Drive In space. We passed up the TAB for the open bar and shook our trunks to some tunes while chatting with Dabney and a bevy of other beauties. I got just tipsy enough to tear my way into the inner circle of Missy Elliot's posse and start dancing around my girl.
I being in a corset and Westwood shirt with a tit print on the chest, Missy and her girls are loving me. They hoop, they holler, I almost fall over. Enough of that.
My lil posse heads out to hail a cab and lets fashion week begin.
SHOWS
Instead of the cattle call line to get into a show, the hope for a front row seat, the onslaught of the press to cover gross celebrities and a show where the models walk so fast you don’t even see the clothes, this is a fresh break.
In a vignette the models are all standing about for 3 hours (poor gals and lads) while the press takes there time looking at each piece, seeing it from all sides while taking notes and pictures. This way designers get much more bang for their buck, the press gets to actually mingle and catch up and the best part- There is usually cocktails!
Thom Brown had the best vignette in my book. It was at Exit art on the west side and he created a tableau vivant of boys skating in an ice skating rink, with snow fluttering about and sweet lulling music wafting through the air. Pine trees dotted the interior and editors mingled around the rink. His PR told us that the casting was a double duty. They boys had to be not only cute but well balanced ice skaters as well. I told Thom that what got me most tickled were the boys in shorts sporting sock garters.
After Thom I went to the new line Loden Dager (www.lodendager.com)
They had a vignette in the Frying Pan, that old trawler on Pier 63. That was great fun. Good DJ and boys standing at the bar, in rooms, on deck, all decked out in beautiful suits and fitted pants and button downs. Very French Beat generation.
Philip Lim had a great event with all the girls standing in a swirl of plastic sheets with a string quarter playing "Purple Rain"
HollyWould had the most elegant event. Staged at Christies she had all of the young socialites, including my two new friends Tinsley Mortimer and Dabney Mercer perched on 18th century lounges wearing her latest designs while sipping martinis.
They were all behind velvet ropes because they were wearing several million dollars worth of diamonds on loan for the night.
I chatted with Tins and Dabs and I noticed a cute boy approaching. I asked Tinsley who it was and she had no idea.
Then I asked Dabney and she screams, "Cator!" and rolls her eyes, "He was the one I tried to hook you up with at Bungalow 8 and then he had to leave and I don’t know what happened." Oh right, like I remember ANYTHING that happens at Bungalow.
Then Tinsley chirps in, "Ha ha! Cator made out with a boy and can’t remember him! Ha ha!"
We all had a good giggle with that one.
Those who didn’t stage a vignette are still OK in my book, for now.
Duckie Brown rocked my world with a sinister collection shown in a salon at The Carlyle uptown.
John Bartlett exorcised his Lumberjack fetish with a sexy collection of plaids, leather pants and duck boots
Trovata had yodelers and a St. Bernard in their show which was inspired by a scandalous trip to a Swiss Ski Chalet
Doo Ri was one of my favorite women’s shows full of silky black gowns topped with rugged purple plaid tops, capes and coats
Ruffian, who showed at the Arts Club as usual, was an ode to the Great American Novel. All the pieces were a perfect fit for Zelda Fitzgerald or Dorothy Parker
Keenan Duffty was great with his ode to Punks that is always spot on
Heatherette seemed the most wearable yet! Although wearable for club kids and teenagers, at least it wasn’t ALL big bird feather dresses (poor Naomi closed the show wearing one, not flattering)
HAPPY VALLEY
Heatherette's after party never disappoints and having it at Happy Valley only made it more amusing. Susan has officially landed back on the nightlife scene as the new New York Magazine article proves. I arrived with gossip hound and uber gentleman Ben Widdicombe to a club that is yet to open with hundreds of people waiting to get in. As soon as the doors swing open people race to the velvet ropes. Luckily Drew from Paper comes out and lassos us through the throngs. The party was a hoot and Amanda Lepore was super excited to be back from her 2 day trip to Copenhagen. I love that she pinned the doll that Jason Wu made of her onto her nude bathing suit. She looked like a voodoo warrior form Vegas.
MTV VJ
At some point at the tents Patrick and I went to the VIP champagne bar and met THE cutest boy ever. His name is Shire and he is a VJ for MTV Sweden and Denmark (is my oracle sending Scandinavian boy vibes my way eternally?). We drank copious amounts of bubbly and promised to meet up in the week. We were talking business and he pulled out his MTV microphone in the bar. When this happened half the crowd stopped talking and shot sex eyes his way. When they realized the damn thing wasn’t plugged in they glared and returned to sipping. Damn! I want an MTV mic to carry around. It’s better than being well hung. I saw Shire at several events and we finally met up on the last day of Fashion Week at Opaline where we danced for hours and said our goodbyes. Why are the good ones always so far away?
This was the best fashion week for me so far.
I was invited (or at least attended) around 20 shows (mostly front row!)and really got the word out that I am writing for great publications and that I should be kept in the loop with all the PR kids.
I also got to wear pretty clothes, see pretty clothes, meet pretty people and get completely schnozzled the entire week.
Yeay Fashion Week!!!