August 23 2014

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A Brad Brad Birthday


The party last night may have been at No. 8, but for Brad Goreski’s birthday, thrown by Kate Spade, the magic number was 35. Not that guests like Christina Ricci and Christian Siriano could easily tell from the stylist’s boyish, bespectacled good looks, whose silhouette was printed on napkins and helium balloons, and black Dsquared² tuxedo jacket with sequined lapels. “I picked this out in the showroom,” he said. “Isn’t it cute?” Goreski, who paired it with a matching sequined vest and glittering shoes, is indeed one of the rare birds who could pull off the look.

Others, given the August humidity, had gone for more casual ensembles. Alejandro Ingelmo was in a simple cotton T-shirt, though he seemed ready for finer fall fare. “I can’t wait for the temperatures to drop so that I can wear more clothes,” he said. With September only a few weeks away, conversation naturally turned to work. “There’s not really summer Fridays anymore,” Ingelmo observed. Siriano, nearby, chatted about his upcoming TV projects.

And Deborah Lloyd of Kate Spade, where Goreski consults, is doing double duty this week. Tonight, Kate Spade unveils a collaboration with Garance Doré. “I’m such a huge fan of her photos and particularly her illustrations,” Lloyd said. “It’s completely aspirational for me—this idea that these women can just walk out their door and be so effortless.” With Doré’s eye in mind, the capsule collection includes classically chic handbags, frocks, and a seasonless trenchcoat, perhaps some of which will make it into Lloyd’s Rio de Janeiro wardrobe. The company is opening a store there this month. “The big thing is what to pack!” Lloyd said, just before a birthday cake was pulled out, accompanied by a couple of drag queens. “Brad and I have been going over our outfits,” she added. From the look of the birthday boy and the performers, surely sequins would do the trick.

Photo: David X Prutting /

Byrne Baby Byrne


The Byrne Notice—a brand-spanking New York lifestyle site—may be monikered after Fiona Byrne (pictured, left), but it’s not another personal branding exercise. “I don’t want to put my diary on there,” says Byrne, the British expat journalist whose last project was, which she launched with Agyness Deyn. “It’s for me and my friends and people who are growing up like us, but it’s also authoritative. We say ‘we,’ not ‘me.’ “

Judging by the flock at last night’s Byrne Notice launch, co-hosted by J Brand, it’s a very royal “we” as far as downtown sovereignty goes. The designer posse that turned out to Acme for the fête included Eddie Borgo, Chrissie Miller, Rebecca Minkoff, and Christian Siriano, whose Chelsea lodgings were just featured on the site. “I didn’t mean it to be as fashion-y,” Byrne said as Jenne Lombardo and Opening Ceremony’s Kate Foley passed by, “but it just seems to come to me.” Though good old fashion makes up the bulk of the content, Byrne seeks to make the site a comprehensive guide to the styled life. Of her epicurean philosophy, she said, “If you have a salted caramel anywhere on your menu, I will go there. I like Laboratorio di Gelato, I love Miss Lily’s. But I’ll also go to Starbucks and get one of those caramel iced things—I’m not a Blue Bottle snob.” Swag aspirations tempered with populist good humor? Noticed.

Photo: Angela Pham /

Are Parties The New Shows?


This season, New York fashion week is all about the parties. Of course, some people—yes, Olivier Zahm, I’m talking to you—might say every season is about the parties. But this time around it feels like the extracurricular activities are threatening to become the main event, with the collections relegated to the role of warm-up act. We may still be in a recession, but apparently there are few more cost-effective brand-building strategies than persuading a celebrity to put her name on the invite and plying a thirsty crew of hipsters and editors with a few hours’ worth of free booze and maybe even some food. Tonight, for example, there is an Agent Provocateur dinner, a launch for Anna Sui’s Target line, a book party for Amanda Brooks given by Diane von Furstenberg, a pair of competing model bashes (courtesy of Women & Supreme and Ford Models, respectively), and the unveiling of Saks’ new designer floor hosted by Charlize Theron and featuring the likes of Oscar de la Renta, Carolina Herrera, Vera Wang, and, of course, Christian Siriano. And fashion week doesn’t even officially start until tomorrow.

Over the coming nights, all the cool indie mags are throwing the sort of events carefully calibrated to reinforce their status as cool indie mags: the talented and slyly industrious Zahm is ascending to the Standard’s new lounge in the sky for his Purple magazine party; Jefferson Hack’s Another magazine bash is at the Jane; and Dasha Zhukova is unveiling her version of Pop at a location too cool and secret to mention (think the home of a big-shot art dealer). Love‘s Katie Grand, meanwhile, is ganging up with Alexander Wang to take over a gas station on Tenth Avenue (Love‘s owned by Condé Nast so not strictly indie, but you get the point). And here’s the proof that parties are the new shows: None of these London- and Paris-based publications are blowing their carefully husbanded budgets here because they think New York is the fashion capital of the world; they know it’s the buzz capital of the world, the city of eight million paps, bloggers, and Twitpicers. Further proof: Whereas even the most boosterish editor looks at the fashion calendar and feels her steely heart sink a little (20-plus back-to-back shows a day), planning your after-hours schedule is potentially a more rewarding experience (did I mention the free drinks?). Let’s see, it’s Tuesday the 15th, how can you get from the Sartorialist book signing (hey, Scott) to the Coco Before Chanel screening (bonsoir, Audrey), while looking in on the Ron Arad/Notify party at MoMA (hi, Linda Evangelista) and the Dsquared² eyewear launch waythehellover on the West Side Highway (big kiss, J. Lo), and still have enough energy left over for Vladimir Restoin-Roitfeld’s shindig at Indochine (bisous, Carine)? This is where Red Bull comes in. Well, Red Bull and other things.

And I haven’t even mentioned half the designer parties (Marc’s doing a little something, of course, with or without Lady Gaga; Gareth Pugh’s hosting a dinner at Milk Studios and he’s not even based in New York; Calvin Klein, whose overachieving PR department may be more responsible than most for making the party as big a deal as the show, is doing dinner at the Standard Grill). My advice to any designer showing between 9 and 11 a.m. on a fashion week morning? Don’t bother stuffing those silly cosmetic freebies in the goody bag: Two Alka-Seltzers will do just fine, and, please, keep the music low.

Photo: Nicola Kast

Leigh Lezark Discovers Christian-ity


Fashion Week notes from the MisShapes DJ and girl-about-town. Look out for more animated opinions in the days ahead.