July 10 2014

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Space Invader


Marie Steiss—née Marie de Villepin—has bona fides any of her fellow Euro socials would kill for. The daughter of the former French prime minister Dominique de Villepin, Marie modeled for seasons using the name Steiss, gracing runways for DVF, Catherine Malandrino, and Givenchy and eventually becoming the face of Givenchy’s Ange ou Demon fragrance.

Her absence from recent runways can be attributed to other irons in the fire—lots of them. The 24-year-old actress recently donned a spacesuit for the new art-house film Baikonur. In it, de Villepin plays a tourist wealthy enough to spend $20 million for a week in outer space, who then falls from the sky and embarks on an amnesia-induced cross-cultural romance. The part involved weeks of training at Star City outside Moscow and the Cosmodrome centrifuge in Kazakhstan, zero gravity flights, and diving bells—an adventure the actress rapturously describes as “intense”—not to mention packing on an extra few kilos (director’s orders!) for her big love scene.

Back on planet Earth, when she’s not zipping around the globe to events like the Busan film festival in Korea, de Villepin works with her band PinkMist, whose name was lifted from a gruesome military term. Their sound, she says, is “tricky, sort of dense and layered, like some Velvet Underground or the Feelies.” There, too, she is nearing liftoff, with concerts in Paris and London early next year as well as a gig lined up for London fashion week.

But she’s not dropping “Steiss” or exiting modeling just yet. Shoots are in the works with Steve Hiett and David Hamilton, and she’s in negotiations for a major contract. And although for now her whole world boils down to a suitcase and her guitar, increasingly New York looks like home, not least thanks to her brand-new apartment. “I prefer New York to Paris,” she says. “Maybe it’s like Roland Barthes says, travelers who love foreign places more than their home towns prefer the ‘other’ in themselves. For me, New York is about Patti Smith, the Factory, and the Chelsea Hotel. I feel freer living among New York’s ghosts.”

Photo: Courtesy of IMG

At DVF: From Wall Street To Walken


Visitors to the New York Stock Exchange probably wouldn’t assume that, among the horde of red-faced traders on the floor, there was an aspiring painter or two. Well, consider John W. Codling, and think again. Codling didn’t work on the trading floor itself, but as the head of his own institutional brokerage, he had front-row seats to the last year’s financial meltdown. “When you work on Wall Street, you’re used to a certain level of intensity,” Codling says. “But after the crash, I mean, that was a whole other level. And it wasn’t like you could go home and zone out watching TV, because everyone on television was talking about the economy.” As a means of therapy, Codling turned to art—a pastime he had last indulged back in grade school.

For reasons that are a little obscure, even to him, he began painting images of Christopher Walken, and tonight, he opens Sundays With Chris, a show of that work, at Diane von Furstenberg’s gallery on West 14th Street. “He’s just an amazing character,” Codling said, when pressed on his choice of subject. “Christopher Walken could read a brownie recipe and it would be entertaining. If I’d been painting trees, I wouldn’t have gotten as much out of it.” All told, Codling has painted 57 Walken images—which averages out to about a canvas a week since the fall of Lehman Brothers. Sales of the paintings will benefit Team Continuum, a nonprofit organization assisting cancer patients and their families. In other words, painting is not yet Codling’s full-time job. “Nah, I’m still working on Wall Street,” he says. “I’ve got no big plans to become a starving artist.” The show opens to the public tomorrow.

John W. Codling: Sundays With Chris at DVF Gallery, 440 West 14th St., NYC, October 23 to November 1

DVF Talks Shop At FIAF


At last night’s closing installment of the French Institute Alliance Française “Fashion Talks” series (Donna Karan and Catherine Malandrino preceded), Diane von Furstenberg related a memorable dinner-table remark from Christian Lacroix. “I make costumes,” he told her. “You make clothes.” The queen of the wrap dress more or less agreed with the assertion, lamenting the fact that unlike their wearability-minded female peers, male designers have yet to really embrace certain forgiving fabrics. “Women designers like jersey. Men don’t. But,” she added, smiling, “if they wore it, they would.”


Madge And A-Rod Make News, Just Not Together


One-time Madonna flame A-Rod admits to using performance-enhancing drugs (even President Obama is disappointed), but now, he swears, he just does Kabbalah, which everyone knows is the gateway drug to Scientology. It’s a slippery slope, Alex. [New York Post]

Madonna, meanwhile, has found Jesus. Jesus Luz, that is, and by the looks of this Steven Klein spread for W, she found pretty much all of him. Speaking of Klein, is it just us, or does Señor Luz bear a passing resemblance to Madonna’s
evergreen photographer? Just saying. [Daily Mail]

Not only is Kanye West open-minded, but he’s also a fabulous dresser. And modest. [Guardian]

Designers from DVF to Chris Benz sum up their Fall collections in one word, and their answers are scintillating. Favorites include: Aberdeen (Rodarte), Crystalarium (Vena Cava), and Proustian (Anna Sui). See the rest. [The Cut]

Compare and contrast: M.I.A. (very pregnant) vs. Aggy (quite the opposite) in Henry Holland’s sheer polka-dot affair. Who wore it best, Style Filers? [Grazia Daily]

Philo’s Return: Pleasantly Earlier Than Expected


Phoebe Philo wore a men’s jacket and Chloé tuxedo pants to the Ritz to tell WWD about her Celine debut for Resort. Buzzwords: sober and iconic. [WWD]

DVF goes blonde (well, sort of) for Purple and turns onlookers emerald with envy. [The Cut]

Alexander Wang thinks you should be a safety girl. [WWD]

DKNY makes like Marc. [Fashionista]

Admit it, you sort of feel for salary-capped Masters of the Universe, because when you break it down, $500K a year in this ‘burg doesn’t go so far. (Also, their shopping-and-lunching wives keep our industry alive.) [NYT]

Plus, someone has to go to the $900-a-month studio ($1,500 initiation fee not included) soon to be opened by Madonna and Gwyneth’s trainer. [NYT]

Photo: Dave M. Benett / Getty Images