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12 posts tagged "Anouck Lepere"

Fendi Gets Abbreviated


The Fendi O’ party has become such a fashion week staple—usually with a surprise performance—that when the label hadn’t planned anything for this Paris Fall season, it was disappointment all around. Enter last night’s little get-together, called F’, at Le Montana. It may have been a Lagerfeld-free affair, but that didn’t seem to bother the mix of models and curiously cute French boys dancing in the smoky, sweaty, and packed-like-sardines basement of the club. Alexa Chung was on the tables, and mixing it up on the dance floor last night were Jefferson Hack, Anouck Lepère (dancing separately, gossipers), Isabeli Fontana and Eniko Mihalik (left), and Alexia Niedzielski.

Jessica Stam and her stylist J. Logan Horne took care of the live-music element themselves, having just come from seeing Katy Perry play at The Senate—just part of a pretty enviable-sounding day that included lunch at Ralph’s and a visit with Azzedine Alaïa between fittings. “We always visit him when we come to Paris,” said Stam. “He’s one of the reasons I’m still modeling.”

On a night of many parties, this was just a stop for many. Alexander Wang and his friend-slash-interiors-guru Ryan Korban—in Paris hunting for a showroom space that Wang hopes to have open by Resort season in May—arrived after Alice Dellal’s live performance-cum-soirée had died down. “It’s another reason to come to Paris,” Wang explained. “Though I will never have enough reasons to come to Paris.” And then it was on to the next party. “Are you going to Stella?” he asked.

Photo: Courtesy of Fendi

A Magical Start To New York Fashion Week


To make your party stand out from the rest during fashion week, it helps to have a few tricks up your sleeve—and A Small World chairman and man-about-town Patrick Liotard-Vogt certainly had one last night, in the form of magician David Blaine. All eyes (most of them very, very wide) were on the prestidigitator’s lightning-quick hands at the rooftop soirée, which raised funds for Liotard-Vogt’s F Cancer charity and had Blaine bending coins and performing other Jedi mind tricks for the likes of Maria Cornejo, Devon Aoki, and Anouck Lepère. “I know it’s all sleight-of-hand, but I can’t stop giggling like a little schoolgirl,” Waris Ahluwalia (left, with Blaine) admitted.

“If he could transport me to September 17, that would be the best trick,” suggested Lorenzo Martone, whose very busy coming week includes hosting after-parties for Ruffian on Thursday and L.A.M.B. on the 16th, and a Fashion Night Out fête with Carlos Miele. Really, Lorenzo, you’d want to skip all that? Consider us skeptical.

Photo: Courtesy of A Small World

Daphne And Daisy Welcome Acne To Wobo


At his new four-story space in Mayfair’s “Wobo” (that’s West of Bond Street), Acne’s Jonny Johansson tells why he chose upscale Mayfair rather than edgy Shoreditch for his first retail shop in London: “Space has always been more important than location. We looked at so many places and knew this was the right one because of its history—we knew we could add our own contemporary twist to it. It was big, raw and challenging.” Fortune favors the brave, but the process wasn’t without its ups and downs. “Let me tell you, halfway through I was regretting it,” Johansson adds with a chuckle.

But no regrets last night, when the London scene descended—despite the searing heat, which kept many hovering outside—to see the shop. Daphne Guinness (in a nail-covered Gareth Pugh suit, sharp enough that she was scratching fellow partygoers as they jostled by, below), Daisy Lowe (above, with Johansson and Jaime Winstone), Henry Holland, Alexander Dellal, Anouck Lepère, and Lulu Kennedy all dropped by for a peek at the multilevel space.

Wobo is the neighborhood of choice these days for any designer of repute, and Acne’s neighbors include Marc Jacobs, Rick Owens, Stella McCartney, DVF, Charlotte Olympia, and, of course, Rei Kawakubo’s iconic Dover Street Market, right down the block. “I find Dover Street Market utterly amazing and inspirational—I am trying not to think about being so close to such a legend.” His own legend may well be in the making. Continue Reading “Daphne And Daisy Welcome Acne To Wobo” »

Sweden Lowdown


Sweden is having a subtle but strong (in other words, very Swedish) moment right now: There’s Let the Right One In at the box office, Stieg Larsson on the bestseller lists, Fever Ray on the indie charts, and Acne advancing on all fronts. And Stockholm was where it was at over the weekend, when Swedish fragrance line Byredo launched its first free-standing store and the Hotel Skeppsholmen opened its doors. The weather wasn’t cooperative, but rain or shine, the city is a beaut, with what are surely the best-looking urbanites in the world (perhaps one reason why Sweden just got tagged the best country for women to live in). There were 70 local lookers shooting schnapps at the dinner Byredo founder Ben Gorham hosted in the royal family’s harborside ice-skating pavilion on Friday night. (A London contingent led by Anouck Lepère and PR maven Gillian McVey kept up the English side.) Gorham is typical of the new Sweden: culturally diverse background (Canadian dad, Indian mum), outward-looking, updating traditional Swedish design values (let’s say pure rather than minimal, like the stark but soothing Skeppsholmen) with a dash of dry wit and modern sensuality. IKEA-style homogeneity isn’t really the style of this new breed, who are helping to turn Stockholm into a style magnet all over again. You could wait till midsummer’s night, when the weather is reportedly perfect, to sample the city, but then you’d miss Francesco Vezzoli’s brilliant revisionist take on Salvador Dalí, which closes at the Moderna Museet on January 17.

Photo: Courtesy of Byredo

Blasblog: Shopping With Tabitha


For Tabitha Simmons, the model turned stylist turned shoe designer, there was a nostalgic feel to her splashy debut on the second floor of Bergdorf Goodman on Tuesday. “When I was about 14, as a Saturday job I worked at a shoe shop,” she explained, adding that the price points have changed a little bit since then. But the experience paid off: She personally assisted customers throughout the evening, even offering to Scotchgard the suede booties. It should be noted, though, that she did have help in the form of her husband, the photographer Craig McDean, and from one Jefferson Hack. “He’s very particular with the shoes he likes me in,” said Hack’s lady friend, Anouck Lepère, explaining the magazine editor’s qualifications.

Photo: Courtesy of Tabitha Simmons