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Ohne Titel Skips The Models, Shoots The Insiders


When it comes to advertising campaigns, what you say is (almost) as important as the magazines, billboards, and street corners where you say it. So when Flora Gill and Alexa Adams set out to shoot a campaign for their label, Ohne Titel, they skipped the usual mags (the shots will run primarily on their Web site) and the usual models, tapping Visionaire‘s Cecilia Dean, L.A. boutique owner Zainab Sumu, and Interview‘s Christopher Bollen for posing duties. “Instead of having a celebrity for the sake of name value, or use a model solely for her looks, we wanted to have people who we could connect with our brand because they’re doing something groundbreaking or unusual,” says Adams. (They’re just the latest groundbreakers to sit for the label—a previous campaign featured the Boston socialite and eccentric Marilyn Riseman and artist Tauba Auerbach.) Adams describes the new shots, lensed on location at the Eldridge on the Lower East Side, as having a “dated glamour.” And as for the models, they had plenty of praise for their outfitters, too. Dean (who posed sans extensions, by the way!) called the collection “creative, sexy, a little hard, very functional and versatile—not an easy combination.”

Photo: Courtesy of Ohne Titel

Blasblog: An American Weekend


With the haute couture starting today—as you read this, I’ll have already taken in Dior—I wanted to make sure I had my fill of American culture before I decamped to these French shores last night. That’s why, on Saturday, I did two things that were quintessentially American: exercise (which I have never seen a Frenchie do), and drink beer and eat hot dogs at a Madison Square Garden boxing match.

The first one was easy enough: SoulCycle, the “sanctuary for cardio exercise,” as its founder Julie Rice calls it, recently opened its swanky new Tribeca location. A friend introduced me to the super-cycling program this summer in the Hamptons, where I’d sweat next to the likes of Kelly Ripa and Hana Soukupova (which did nothing for my body issues, but never mind that), so I was glad to find a new location near me in the city. SoulCycle’s big-name clientele has followed it to this location, too. Saturday’s class—with the teacher reminding us loudly to consider Haitian charities, and then announcing, “Let’s hear it for Chelsea Clinton!”—seemed odd at first, but I looked over and sure enough, there was the sweat-drenched former First Daughter. As it turned out, she had hosted a special 90-minute class last week, raising $66,810 for earthquake victims.

Later that evening, changing into drier—and, if I may say so, more butch—attire, I headed to Madison Square Garden with Jen Brill and Interview‘s Christopher Bollen to watch a new pal of mine, John Duddy, spar a few rounds in the ring. Duddy showed us why he’s known as the Derry Destroyer (a reference to his hometown in Ireland) by defeating his opponent in the first round. No, really, blink and you missed it: He knocked the guy out in 1:52. Ah, but good Irish boy that he is, he even feigned humility when we met up after the match. With our buddy out of the ring so quickly, I whiled away the rest of the evening’s fights appreciating some of the looks in the audience, which consisted of enormous amounts of embellished leather jackets, hand tattoos, bling, headwear, and lots and lots of color from the extremely outgoing (OK, drunk) audience. Let’s see the couture compete with that!

Blasblog: Four Peas, Two Pods


The ladies I spent Wednesday night with, Fabiola Beracasa and Joan Rivers, might not seem to have much in common. But they do: a love of wigs, great senses of humor, and even greater taste in jewelry. My night started at Beracasa’s West Village penthouse, where she was hosting a trunk show for Eddie Borgo. “It’s the shape of a triangle! How perfect is that?” Borgo said of her modernist, all-glass dining room with stunning views of downtown Manhattan (his line is inspired by such geometric shapes). Recession or not, his wares were selling like hotcakes, which made Beracasa curious: “Does the management get a cut of the profits?” She noted that the centerpieces—votive candles arranged with stuffed birds and moss—were bought the day before on a budget. “All that for only $20! I’m getting very business-savvy over here.”

At the West Bank Café in midtown, the conversation also turned to gems and cost-cutting. “What? You don’t like this Chanel knockoff?” Joan Rivers screamed at an audience member about her QVC jewelry collection. “Well, you should: I’m giving people jobs over here. Underage kids do the setting—little fingers set little stones—and then all my old friends with the shakes polish ‘em up.” Her references to style—she kills her own furs, she streaks her own hair—were of particular interest to the rest of my group: Interview‘s Christopher Bollen, Lazaro Hernandez, and Jen Brill, the last of whom we brought for her birthday. For her present, she got a little gift from Rivers herself: a heckling. “Did you get a good one?” Rivers snapped in the middle of her act, when Jen made the mistake of taking a camera-phone picture. She added a touching smile—and a racial slur.

Photo: Courtesy of Derek Blasberg

Blasblog From Venice: Zeppelins And Pedestals


Seeing the art at the Biennale is a feat in itself. The Arsenale Fair, which is the main deal, is a winding web of pieces big and small in a dilapidated shipbuilding yard. Then there’s all the off-site fairs and country-specific pavilions, like the Russian pavilion (which was amazing), the Italian pavilion (which was all right), and the Chinese pavilion (which was closed when I got there). Sicco Diemer, one of Mario Testino’s art consultants, told me that he’s staying until Tuesday to make sure he has ample time to see everything. Two pieces stick out in my mind from yesterday: One was Héctor Zamora’s Sciame di Dirigibili installation, in which the Mexican artist wedged a giant zeppelin between a pair of Venetian buildings. At a lunch for the piece hosted by The Garage, the museum based in Moscow, Zamora explained he’d come to Venice months before to distribute postcards of an imaginary event in which the city was overrun by giant air balloons. The faux memorabilia is for now sale at tourists’ kiosks. “Maybe in New York it’s easy to make everyone believe in fiction.” Oh, if he only knew. “But people actually think this has happened here.” Later, I stumbled upon a tiny green park behind the German pavilion where Miranda July had set up little pedestals saying quirky things. Interview magazine hosted a daytime soirée for the filmmaker and artist where friends of the magazine could get their pictures snapped—that’s Interview‘s Christopher Bollen, Visionaire‘s Cecilia Dean, and July herself, guilty, guiltier, and guiltiest as charged. Earlier this week July got married to fellow artist and filmmaker Mike Mills. “So I guess you guys are on my honeymoon,” she joked, “which oddly isn’t weird.”

Photo: Derek Blasberg

Blasblog: Behind The Scenes With Natalie Portman


If Natalie Portman is used to walking into a room and having all eyes landing on her, she had some tough competition on Friday night, when art world dabbler Stuart Parr threw a party in honor of her new Web site,, at his recently renovated Tribeca pad. Guests at the fête, which was co-hosted by Interview‘s Christopher Bollen and Glenn O’Brien, entered the apartment via the indoor pool room and had full access to half a dozen bedrooms in various stages of completion. “He finished it just in time for the recession,” his ladyfriend Allison Sarofim jested. After a tour of Parr’s digs, though, most everyone went back to Portman gazing. The actress, who mingled with Anne Hathaway, Debbie Harry, and Rashida Jones, talked up her new site, which, as its name suggests, is devoted to all things behind the scenes. “The idea happened pretty organically: I was having dinner with a friend who worked in Silicon Valley and knows a lot about what’s on the Internet, and we asked ourselves, ‘Why isn’t there a Web site devoted to this kind of stuff?’ ” Portman explained. No lazy lady, she sought out the domain name—”it was already taken, but we got it for cheap”—and started collecting B-roll footage and backstage material, putting together a site that has subjects as varied as Billy Bob Thornton and Michel Gondry. Portman herself does an interview, too, for those of us that didn’t get enough face time at the party. “It’s a brilliant idea,” Max Minghella said. “And one I’m surprised no one has thought of yet. Leave it to Natalie Portman…”



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