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The London Scene, From An Old Hooker Den To A Neoclassical Manse


Location, location, location. The realtor’s mantra came to mind on Thursday night in London. First, the NEWGEN event at Somerset House, the new home of London fashion week. The neoclassical structure is one of the city’s most elegant riverside buildings, with a sweeping terrace that was particularly seductive in the summer gloaming. It’s also ideal for shoots—i-D was photographing the NEWGEN winners as they were announced. Amanda Harlech let Robert Forrest tear her away for a hard-hatted tour of the building site that will eventually become Robin Hurley’s new club. It’s in Shepherd’s Market, a louche-ly quaint hooker hangout of centuries past, and Rifat Ozbek had created a convincingly decadent mock-up of what the finished product may look like. Then, while Harlech linked up with Sarah Mower and the fashion world at the Royal College of Art’s graduate show, a smattering of London’s art, pop, and design aristocracy joined some genu-wine lords and ladies at Lancaster House, where HRH Prince Robert of Luxembourg was hosting a dinner to celebrate the 75th anniversary of his grandfather’s acquisition of Château Haut-Brion. There’ll be eight dinners in eight key cities around the world, but how many of them will be set in a spectacularly maintained neoclassical (again, but it’s such a good look) mansion that was once assessed as the most valuable private house in London, with St. James Palace on one side and Buckingham Palace on the other, just across—more or less—the velvety greensward? Speaking of velvet, the main course of lamb was served with a Château Haut-Brion 1961 that smacked unforgettably of velvet smoke. Those savoring it included Viscount and Viscountess Linley, Bryan Ferry and Amanda Shepherd, Vladimir Restoin-Roitfeld and Erin Heatherton, and Charlotte Stockdale and Marc Newson, whose boy-toy table talk with Matthew Freud was—according to Camilla Lowther, who was parked between the two—all about planes. Their own, one assumes. Speaking of taking flight, Serena, Marchioness of Bute, looked heaven-bound in a fishtailed goddess dress by Roland Mouret (pictured).

Photo: Dave M. Benett / Getty Images

All That Glitters Is Victoria’s Secret


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.


Photo: Tommy Ton

Blasblog: Hardy Boys and Girls


The chic set celebrated the joy of high heels last night at the 10-year anniversary fête for Parisian cobbler Pierre Hardy. Actress Joana Preiss, who spent the majority of the night sitting down with the likes of friends Nicolas Ghesquière and Hide Nakata, explained that the real pain after breaking her foot two months ago in a freak pool accident wasn’t the fracture, the cast, or the healing. No, what upset Preiss was that she couldn’t wear the funky, metallic Hardy stilettos she loves. “But he has been helping ease the pain,” she smiled, pointing to a pair of flat crocodile boots the designer had given her for the evening. The relationship between pain and pleasure is integral to the sorts of shoes that Hardy prides himself on creating, of course. “Can you have one without the either?” he asked. Replied stylist Charlotte Stockdale, there with husband Marc Newson: “As long as they look good and sexy, it’s worth it.

Photo: Andre Lucat/SGP

Boucheron Fêtes Its Marc Newson-Designed Necklace


It’s been reported recently that shoppers are now more interested in investment purchases—things like jewelry—than the throwaway clothes that seemed so indispensible in flusher economic times. So the challenge for a luxury jeweler these days is to remind customers that it exists. Boucheron did a good job of that in Paris last night at a party celebrating the brand’s collaboration with Marc Newson on a giant diamond necklace. Doormen and waiters were handsome male models wearing only tuxedo jackets and bowties, the first floor of the Place Vendôme’s store had been converted into a giant pink disco with a light-up floor, and upstairs, the necklace in question was perched next to a giant roulette table filled with Boucheron poker chips. But there was no distracting Lady Amanda Harlech from the bling. “It’s a work of art, something completely elaborate and impressive,” Karl Lagerfeld’s muse enthused about Newson’s fancy neckwear, continuing, “It’s like the Big Bang in diamonds, something that channels the algorithms of the human heart.” Newson himself wasn’t there for the accolades since he showed up a few hours into the fête, but he was excited about the night’s entertainment: “I think we got the Uzbekistan version of the Pussycat Dolls to perform, which will be amazing.” Not far behind him, engrossed in conversation with YSL’s Stefano Pilati, was Newson’s wife, the stylist Charlotte Stockdale. “I don’t get to keep it,” she said of the necklace. “I think I get the case, though.” As for those of you who’d like more than the empty box, Boucheron chose not to divulge the necklace’s price, but one publicist admitted it was an “ambitious” number.

Photo: Stéphane Feugère / Courtesy of Boucheron

Charlotte Takes Stock


Charlotte Stockdale is one half of a London-based power couple. In addition to designing the interior of New York’s Lever House restaurant, her husband, Marc Newson, is known for his funky, amoeba-shaped furniture and commissions for LVMH, Qantas, Nike, and the Gap. Stockdale, a stylist with her own impressive list of clients—Paul Smith, Dolce & Gabbana, and Patrick Cox—was in town helping Karl Lagerfeld style the Fendi show. We caught up with her before the show and asked her for her 2009 Milan fashion week likes and dislikes. “I am hating that jimble-jumble eighties look,” she groaned. “It’s neither modern nor desirable, and those who have chosen to pick it up have been too literal—it’s a look for the lazy.” She clarified: “When Marc Jacobs turns his mind to something he is able to twist it into something completely original, in his own brilliant way. It’s so attractive that everyone follows.” And her likes? “Minimal—it’s a real challenge. Raf Simons at Jil Sander is an ace at it.”

Photo: Jasmine Serrurier