15 posts tagged "Brad Pitt"
“You could knock on any door and just invite a neighbor over to be part of a photography sitting. It was as easy as borrowing a cup of sugar,” Bruce Weber says of the bayside village Bellport, where he lived in the seventies and eighties. Tomorrow, the Bellport-Brookhaven Historical Society debuts a new exhibition of photos (pictured), which first appeared in a 1982 issue of British Vogue, that the iconic photographer shot during his time there. We’re guessing that the shoot, styled by Grace Coddington, was slightly tougher than borrowing sugar… [T]
Angelina Jolie and Brad Pitt are rolling out the red carpet for the upcoming London Olympics. The power couple is rumored to be hosting a star-studded party, including the likes of Prince Harry, Victoria and David Beckham, Sharon Stone, and Catherine Zeta-Jones, at the Victoria and Albert Museum two days before the Opening Ceremony. [Vogue U.K.]
It looks like Chanel’s The Little Black Jacket exhibition may have a little competition on hand. Johan Lindeberg enlisted the help of Inez van Lamsweerde and Vinoodh Matadin to photograph 100 models, including Lily Donaldson, Doutzen Kroes, and Anja Rubik, wearing the BLK DNM Tux Jacket 11 for a black-and-white portrait series. [Modelinia]
Oscar de la Renta is on a retail kick. Not only is the designer planning to double the size of his Madison Avenue flagship to 4,000 square feet, but he also has his sights set on a first outpost on London’s Mount Street. These endeavors come shortly after de la Renta (who has 13 stores and counting) opened his second store in the Middle East. [WWD]
Michael Kors loves those tawny-maned 1970′s supes like Lisa Taylor and Patti Hansen. It was an Arthur Elgort image of Taylor in a convertible that he had in mind when he designed his new womenswear. But who would be the man she was with? Kors was momentarily stumped. Brad Pitt in Inglourious Basterds incongruously came to mind. I suggested Joe McDonald, arm candy for a lot of those American girls in the bad old days. Yes, yes, Kors cried. He’d certainly come up with the right clothes for the granite-jawed, super-sporty paragon of American manhood that McDonald was until his fatal descent into the maelstrom that swallowed up a lot of late-seventies party people. (He was essentially the male Gia.) Mixing military and mountain influences, Kors offered a men’s collection that looked like something an exceptionally well-dressed ski patrol might have worn in the Swiss Alps during the 1930′s. Pants were tucked into chunky legwarmers, arms were similarly covered, heads were wrapped with huge cashmere mufflers. From the first piece (a huge parka with a fur-lined hood) to the third-to-last (a cargo-pocketed jacket in a distressed metallic leather), the clothes had a confident gutsiness that was all the better for seeming so casual. And when I say third-to-last, I mean the last two outfits were crinkled camel coats over black cashmere sweaters, both of them hinting at the seventies loucheness that would have seen Joe McDonald inhaling poppers on the dance floor at Studio 54 while “Native New Yorker” blared. Sure enough, Michel Gaubert played that track for the Kors finale.
For complete coverage of Fall 2010 menswear, visit www.gq.com/fashion.