7 posts tagged "Abbey Lee"
First Duran Duran teams up with Mark Ronson for its latest album, All You Need Is Now. Next on the eighties popsters’ revival agenda: supermodels. Naomi Campbell and slew of models will join the rock stars in their upcoming video. Might want to ask Kate Moss, while you’re at it—rumor has it she’s sorry she missed out on the music video opportunity when George Michael came knocking. [Grazia Daily]
She has walked in McQueen, danced with Madonna, and now 17-year-old model Lindsey Wixson wants to sing. Watch out Abbey Lee, Wixson is right behind you. [Vogue U.K.]
The Spotted Pig’s Ken Friedman is strictly a downtown man and that’s not changing any time soon. The restaurateur was rumored to be joining forces with Vanity Fair editor (and Waverly Inn and Monkey Bar proprietor) Graydon Carter to take over Elaine’s, but apparently, the legendary hot spot is a bridge too far. “I never even go that far uptown, and the only time I went to Elaine’s—ten years ago—she threw me out because my cell phone rang,” he tells Page Six. He might, however, be getting into Monkey [Bar] business with Jeff Klein. [Page Six]
Ready, set, IPO? Prada’s long-awaited listing on the Hong Kong Stock Exchange has finally been approved and it is expected to kick off June 23 or 24. [WWD]
Karen Elson was very clear: Models don’t like the “model-slash” term. So we won’t call Abbey Lee a model-slash-musician. We’ll just note that in addition to her runway and print-campaign skills, she’s also apparently got a knack for playing the tambourine. She’ll be shaking it with boyfriend Matthew Hutchinson’s band, Our Mountain, this week at Pianos in New York. You can get a preview of the kind of music you can expect here; catch her and the band live and in person this Thursday.
We’re all work and no play here at Style.com. Our intrepid executive editor/em> play—Team Style.com lost a chic came of pétanque.) The full report comes tomorrow with the show, but there are plenty of teasers to keep us waiting in the meantime. Nicole’s already spotted Abbey Lee, Anja Rubik, and Hanne Gaby Odiele at fittings, Lagerfeld buddy Diane Kruger among the fashion-show tourists, and gleaned the plot of Karl’s Resort film Remember Now. “Aging playboy Pascal Greggory has a night and morning to remember, courtesy of Elisa Sednaoui,” she reports. Even those of us in not en route to St.-Trop can catch a preview of our own, below.
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Guilty Brotherhood is not kidding around. The brand, which was founded in Paris two years ago, recently moved its headquarters to a West Village townhouse ahead of its Spring ’10 launch in the United States, and designer Kevork Kiledjian and creative director Fanny Bourdette-Donon have recruited an A-list team to help assure that Guilty Brotherhood makes a splash. It interior designer Ryan Korban is spiffing up the townhouse, for example, and last week, photographer Greg Kadel, stylist Edward Enninful, and model Abbey Lee gathered in Los Angeles to shoot the Spring campaign. Back in Paris, meanwhile, a first show for the brand is tentatively planned for October 2010, and Jean Nouvel is designing the multi-story flagship, which is scheduled to open in 2011. Long story short, expect to be hearing plenty about Guilty Brotherhood in the new year—and seeing plenty of stars amping up their sex appeal in the line’s unapologetically va-va-voom designs. (Lookers such as Kate Moss and Doutzen Kroes are already fans.) Given that Ikram was one of the first stateside retailers to pick up Guilty Brotherhood, perhaps the First Lady will be bringing sexy back to the White House, too? Perhaps not, but there’s no harm in hoping.
The gates of Heaven, as it were, are guarded by three PR checkpoints and one drug-sniffing dog. Those are the hoops you’ve got to leap through to get to the Angels—the Victoria’s Secret Angels, at least—who I met yesterday as they sat in their 30 makeup chairs, preparing for the HD-filmed, soon-to-be-televised Victoria’s Secret runway spectacular. (Street style photog Tommy Ton was backstage, too; click to see his exclusive pictures.)
The show, says stylist Charlotte Stockdale, is huge. “For a normal fashion show you turn up ten days before,” she says. “In this one, I do about 30 days. Then you get here and you think, ‘It’s under control.’ And then two days before the show, wings are added, dancers are added, fliers are added, and suddenly you’re, like, ‘Oh my God, it’s not under control at all.’ ” But as it turned out, it was. More than one performer took flight during the 45-minute extravaganza, which was run twice last night for the benefit of the cameras. An enormous inflatable pink puppy sprang to life and was deflated just as quickly. There was the acrobatic troupe, the show choir, and, oh yes, the Black Eyed Peas. All in all, there were more pyrotechnics than a night at the opera. No wonder Jay-Z, sitting front-row, opted for a tux.
And the clothes (or lack thereof)? You won’t find the showpieces stocked at your mall in the coming months, but that’s never been the point, anyway. The trains, shoulder straps, wings, and appendages ran the gamut from a geometric metal polygon sported by Liu Wen, VS’s first Asian model since 2003, to a lavishly feathered pair of swallow’s wings worn by Abbey Lee (Stockdale called them couture). Where these girls go—and shimmy, strut, and booty-shake—balloons, billows, and cloaks trail behind. Almost every trend of the past few years was paid its tribute. There were bits that felt like Sprouse, like Vuitton, like Balmain. There was neon, disco, psychedelia, Americana, comic-strip fantasy, and storybook fantasy. Unreality was the rule. Heidi Klum hit the spangled runway five weeks after giving birth. Even with her stomach covered, that seemed unreal, too.
It was a little hard to focus your eyes on normal people and normal clothing when the lights finally went up. The evening’s theme, I learned afterward, was Magical Journeys. Sounds about right. It was a trip.
The Victoria’s Secret Fashion Show airs December 1 on CBS.