August 27 2014

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The Revolution Will Be…Blue?


“It’s a blue revolution!” exclaimed Lydia Fenet of Christie’s while walking the indigo carpet in an aqua-hued Rachel Roy frock at last night’s screening of La Revolution Bleue—sponsored, thematically enough, by La Mer and Oceana. The documentary, which chronicles the French artist Yves Klein’s work and creation of the painting FC 1 (Fire-Color 1), lured Dr. Lisa Airan, Anh Duong, and Susan Rockefeller to the Paris Theatre, all eager to see the story behind the controversial piece, which involved nude models and gas burners. (On May 8, the oeuvre will be listed at Christie’s Post War & Contemporary Evening Sale, where it’s expected to fetch over $30 million dollars—a record for the monochromatic master.)

“As an artist, to have your name forever associated with a color is very powerful,” Duong told “Like Schiaparelli pink, it’s as if Klein invented blue.” Before the screening, host January Jones (in Mary Katrantzou, with a hint of blue eyeliner) talked nursing and baby clothes. “I don’t know if it’s because he’s a boy but Xander responds to blue really well,” she said of her newborn son. The new mom has been painting the town, er, blue, hitting an array of parties in the Big Apple this week. As for her proclivity toward fine art? “I’d love to be a collector, but it’s an extravagant thing,” the Mad Men actress mused. “Fashion is more affordable.” Her wardrobe essentials? “Jeans and a good white men’s shirt.”

Photo: Clint Spaulding /

Home Is Where The Runway Is


It only seems appropriate that Daphne Guinness’ New York apartment sports a 80-foot-long hallway. “It’s like her second runway,” Architectural Digest contributing editor Bronson Van Wyck said with a laugh. The daring, silver-streaked style icon missed the Ralph Lauren-hosted cocktails for the magazine’s March issue and its new editor in chief, Margaret Russell, last night, but the multi-page spread of her art-bedecked apartment was the talk of the night. “You know she’s really quite surprising,” Russell said of her subject. “Before the shoot, I’ve met Daphne before at events around town. You see her for her style and then you discover she has these very strong opinions that she’s not afraid to voice. That’s a quality I’ve always admired in people.”

The Guinness touch aside, there were, aptly, plenty of New Yorkers on hand to celebrate with to-die-for apartments of their own. David Lauren (left, with Russell) and Aerin Lauder Zinterhofer both stopped by, while Dr. Lisa Airan mused on wallpaper versus grass cloth and that perennial NYC favorite, closet space. Reed Krakoff and his interior designer wife, Delphine, made the rounds, too. “Of course, for the business side of things, I make the decisions,” Delphine said. “But when it comes to the house, we share the design duties 50/50.” To which Krakoff quipped, “That’s the secret to a happy marriage, you know. It’s all about sharing.”

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Blasblog: Theyskens, Picture Perfect


The fashion industry loves to wring its hands over poor Olivier Theyskens, the talented Belgian designer who has spent the past decade bouncing between his own namesake label and the French brands Rochas and Nina Ricci. But by the look of a smiling Theyskens at Barneys New York on Thursday night for the release of his book The Other Side of the Picture (Assouline), he’s doing just fine, thanks. His trademark flowing locks snipped—too much time on the beaches of Brazil, he explained; “the wind and the sea kill the ends, so I had to cut off the bottom”—he was looking tan and happy. The reason? A little time to work on his long-delayed book project and, perhaps, a few things in the works. “I’ve had the materials ready for two years, but now I’ve had the time and the energy to really put together the project,” Theyskens said of The Other Side. The photos of Theyskens and his work, by Julien Claessens, go back to the nineties.

As for the what’s-next rumors—my favorite has him heading to Lanvin, following Karl Lagerfeld’s retirement at Chanel and Alber Elbaz’s assumption of the reins at Rue Cambon—Theyskens remained mum. Leigh Lezark, Dr. Lisa Airan, and Fabiola Beracasa—the last wearing an original Theyskens (pictured with the designer, above)—were lobbying for him to move to New York to set up shop, but no, he retorted, he was going back to Paris the next day. Take it for what you will, I noticed that Christopher Burch, who reportedly has been in talks with the designer on a new retail venture, was in just as jovial a mood as the celebrated guest.

Photo: Neilson Barnard / Getty Images

Sheer Bliss?


Some of fashion’s most forward females—Madonna, Diane Kruger, Mélanie Laurent, and Lisa Airan—seem to be wishing summer away. Either that, or celebrating their inner goth. In place of summer whites or floaty boho prints, they’re going with Sicilian black, thank you very much. Laurent’s halter and Madonna’s hat do add a seasonal touch, but we can only conjecture that Kruger and Airan’s long sleeves are a modish form of sunblock.

Photos: Felix Magno / Film Magic, David X. Prutting / Patrick McMullan, Ray Tamarra / Getty Images, Sherly Rabbani and Josephine Solimene

Blasblog: Dueling Parties In The Meatpacking


In New York, location is everything. And that doesn’t just go for residential real estate. Manhattan’s chic set was very happy to discover that last night’s grand opening of the Griffin nightclub on Gansevoort Street was a mere stone’s throw from The Standard, André Balazs’ newest Manhattan venture, which played venue to the birthday party that Daphne Guinness was throwing for her friend, the photographer Steven Klein. That way, people like me (who are terrified to miss anything) could easily navigate between the two. First up was Klein’s birthday, which was not the easiest to get to: Partygoers had to take the fire escape up four stories, walk past a floor of hotel rooms, then take an elevator down one floor to the conference area. “I bet this was Madonna’s idea,” Kelly Klein teased. “She’s the only one who could handle this without breaking into a sweat.” (I took two rest stops and asked for Gatorade when I got to the bar, but settled for Red Bull.) The climb, however, was worth it: Standing at the top of the stairs was Ms. Guinness herself, in one of Olivier Theyksens’ out-of-this-world confections from his last collection with Nina Ricci. She was in those infamous platforms, too, of course; I was early to the party, and she told me she had already fallen once. “This was just a brown room,” Guinness explained of the decor, “so we had to pep it up a little bit.” Dance floor, mirrored walls and bars, and black leather couches? Check, check, check. She also did a little pepping up of the wait staff, hiring handsome boys and putting them in black eyeliner and tight, tight trousers. Just after the birthday surprise—more boys and doors parting to reveal another room—I made my way to the Griffin for the opening party I was supposed to be hosting with Amy Sacco, Julia Restoin-Roitfeld, and Sophia Hesketh. The Griffin is a proper nightclub, one with loud music, lots of booths, and bottle service. Sting stopped by, Giambattista Valli came straight form the airport, Dr. Lisa Airan (in Valli) came from the Cartier dinner, and who knows where Salman Rushdie came from. “We’re partying like it’s 1999,” someone yelled. “But literally, like it’s 1999.” For the record, in 1999 I was driving my father’s Suburban around St. Louis, Missouri, but I got the point: There was definitely an old-school rave feeling to the festivities. “Or is it Vegas?” Rachel Zoe asked. Regardless, when the night got late, everyone was ready to retire. Kate Hudson, still wearing her Cartier finest, put it best: “I got to put these diamonds to bed.”

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