11 posts tagged "Carine Roitfeld"
We got a preview of what Estée Lauder could do under the artistic influence of Tom Pecheux backstage at Derek Lam‘s Fall show in February, when the iconic beauty brand and its newly named creative makeup director teamed up to sponsor their first runway presentation together. Last night, the products Pecheux used at Capitale’s grand ballroom finally made their official debut. To properly celebrate the launch of Pure Color by Tom Pecheux—the first time Estée Lauder has officially allied itself with another name—the family Lauder and global brand president Jane Hertzmark Hudis fêted the French face painter in Paris, alongside an international coterie of editors and friends of Pecheux’s like Odile Gilbert and Carine Roitfeld.
“We’re known for our skincare,” Aerin Lauder said over cocktails at Espace Pierre Premier before the party moved to Caviar Kaspia. “But everyone wants something a little unexpected.” There’s no better word for Pecheux’s fall Blue Dahlia collection, which launches globally in July. Two different color ranges introduce edgy shades of violet and blue to the company’s portfolio. Personally, we’ve got our eyes on a pair of phenomenal new nail lacquers in pale lavender and deep navy. But for his part, Pecheux is most excited about his limited-edition Pure Color Night collection, which hit counters in Paris this week (Selfridges on Oxford Street and Bergdorf Goodman will be receiving very small quantities of the line beginning mid-June).
“When I met with Leonard Lauder last fall, he said, ‘The first thing I want you to do is you.’ ” So Pecheux set to work designing his Parisian essentials: a face illuminator, a nude-rose gloss, and a smoky eye shadow trio called Naughty Black. It’s a tribute to French women at night: “very sensual, very cool, and very sexual,” he explained. We asked Pecheux if he had any personal goals for his involvement with the company and he was quick to respond: “I want younger girls to be able to say, ‘My mother loves Estée Lauder, my grandmother loves Estée Lauder, and I love it, too.’ It’s been a little slow motion; now, we need to have a bit of fun.”
Rossano Ferretti is into empire building. The Italian-born-and-bred hairstylist cut his teeth at his mother’s two-chair salon outside of Parma before heading to London to hone his craft. Then, after spells tending to Naomi and Linda’s tresses in the eighties and nineties and coiffing backstage for Armani and Chanel, he used his scissor skills to set up an eponymous salon system that currently spans the globe from Mexico to Serbia, with a Madrid-based international hair academy in between. This past January, Metodo Rossano Ferretti arrived in Paris, welcoming the likes of Carine Roitfeld and Salma Hayek to its hair spa. A cool five months later, Ferretti officially opened his 20th outpost last week in New York. So, why has the hair guru decided that now is the time to take Manhattan? “Because now, I am ready,” an ascot-wearing Ferretti told me from his freshly painted atelier on the sixth floor of Madison Avenue’s historic Fuller building. “Ready to lead the city.” Spoken like a true conqueror.
Ferretti’s midtown destination is sparse and chic and retains the same minimalist design elements that can be found at all of his properties as far as Mumbai (Ferretti picks out all of the black, white, and gray-toned furniture for his salons himself). The 2,300-square-foot space contains just eight cutting and four coloring chairs. In addition to a mani/pedi station and a VIP room, it also boasts the first INOA Color Room in the U.S., which is nestled into the southwest corner to benefit from two walls of light-flooding windows. Key to the salon’s ultimate success, however, is the presence of Ferretti himself; the shear genius intends on being on site ten days out of every month to “embrace [his] clients” and personally give them the tailored cuts that he is known for—plus a hefty dose of honest opinion. “Your haircut, it’s like getting an Alfa Romeo in red because that’s what everyone does,” Ferretti endearingly said of my choppy lob on a recent visit to his new digs. He went on to explain that I could “explode” my beauty with a shorter, jaw-framing ‘do; otherwise, letting my raven-colored locks grow back to their former waist-grazing length is really my only recourse. I’m not sure whether I will heed his advice in the immediate future, but I sure do love an Italian sports car metaphor, which—in conjunction with a treatment menu that includes Shu Uemura’s Art of Hair rituals and Kérastase styling products—will likely be enough to make me a repeat customer.
Rossano Ferretti Hair & Spa, 595 Madison Avenue at 57th Street, sixth floor, NYC; 212-759-9300; www.metodorossanoferretti.com.
Despite a current trend on the Fall runways that favors natural, unadulterated lashes, “volume seekers” still exist in spades. With options that range from behemoth mascara wands and extensions to perms, dyes, and good ol’ Latisse, there’s something out there for everyone who’s still on the quest for full, separated lashes. [WSJ]
A recent contest to name Rihanna’s forthcoming fragrance abruptly came to a close this weekend when over 1,600 alternatives to “Route 22″—Riri’s own idea—flooded the singer’s Web site. “Rated R” seems like an obvious choice to us, although it shockingly did not appear on the extensive list of suggestions. Got another one? Continue the conversation in the comments section below. [Rihanna Daily]
A Colorado congresswoman is moving to place a ban on the sale of personal care products that contain certain carcinogens. State representative and breast-cancer survivor Dianne Primavera is alleging that the FDA is not doing enough to monitor trace amounts of, say, formaldehyde, arsenic, lead, and asbestos fibers that are often found in body washes, lotions, sunscreens, and deodorants. Hopefully, she takes her campaign national. [Denver Channel]
Spoiler alert: Antiaging hair products are bogus. There are legitimate ways to achieve younger (read: fuller and shinier) hair with tried-and-true coloring and styling techniques, though, so don’t go panicking just yet. [Daily Mail]
Finding out what fragrance a fashionable show-going editor, stylist, or designer adorns themselves with during fashion week remains a hot topic to beauty junkies. From personal experience, we can tell you that Marc Jacobs loves him some Terre d’Hermès, but as to Carine Roitfeld’s soft, rose-tinged eau, inquiring minds want to know. [Independent]
Perhaps in response to French Elle‘s La Beauté Vérité issue, in which cover stars Monica Bellucci, Sophie Marceau, and Eva Herzigova went sans maquillage (and sans digital altering) to stare the controversial issue of magazine retouching in the face, Carine Roitfeld and Bruce Weber collaborated on what could be construed as a body image story in the new Paris Vogue. The 14-page editorial stars the infamously rail-thin Sasha Pivovarova parading around the beach in butt pads and a collection of vacation-appropriate duds, sticking her enhanced posterior out in every shot. An intentional commentary on models’ unrealistic dimensions, or just a case of silly summer satire? You decide.
From some angles she’s all cheekbones, à la Kate Moss. From others, with a cigarette perched in her mouth and her long hair slightly teased, she’s a modern-day Brigitte Bardot. Lips ajar, her signature gap tooth instantly recalls photos of Lauren Hutton in her heyday. You can call model Lara Stone a variety of things, but muse is probably the best word these days, as Paris Vogue editor Carine Roitfeld dedicated her entire February issue to the Dutch blonde, enlisting the likes of Peter Lindbergh, Inez van Lamsweerde and Vinoodh Matadin, Hedi Slimane, Steven Klein, Patrick Demarchelier, Terry Richardson, and Nan Goldin to immortalize her in photographs. Inez and Vinoodh’s spread is probably the most beauty-centric, with Lancôme’s creative director of makeup, Aaron De Mey, providing a twenties-era vampy lip and smoky eye and hairstylist Jimmy Paul adding a hairnet-encased bob of flapper-era proportions (please also note Deborah Lippman on nails, going with a reverse French in berry and white), but all of the spreads are worth a gander if you haven’t already perused the collector’s edition.