41 posts tagged "Erin Wasson"
Spotted At Wang: Spontaneous Outbreak Of Friendliness
Definitely front row of the week so far was at Alexander Wang. In the prime section: M.I.A. (no truffle fries in sight, for the record), Ryan McGinley, Lenny Kravitz, Erin Wasson (flashing some boob, which as someone pointed out, puts her right on trend with what we’ve been seeing on the runways this week). A little farther along, Bryan Boy stopped to pose for pics with Terence Koh. And then a sign of front-row solidarity: As Purple‘s Olivier Zahm arrived late and was searching quickly for his seat, W‘s Stefano Tonchi improvised some space on the bench next to him. Who said this would be the week of seating wars?
Lady Gaga’s Doing It For Herself, Your Chance To Snag A Few Early Alexander McQueens, And More…
Three years after her death, Isabella Blow’s unparalleled fashion collection—which included her friend Alexander McQueen’s entire graduate collection from Central Saint Martins—will go on the auction block. Here’s hoping some smart museum or private donor keeps at least the McQueens together. [WWD]
Todd Selby shot Waris Ahluwalia, Ruben Toledo, and André Balazs in their envy-inducing offices and homes for Louis Vuitton—in other words, exactly what you’d expect. If it ain’t broke, we guess… [Refinery29]
Speaking of Waris, he joined Lily Donaldson, Erin Wasson, and more in supporting NYC public school education. Each designed a T-shirt to be auctioned off on eBay to celebrate Playworkgroup’s first anniversary; the proceeds will go to Pencil, a local nonprofit. Lily’s shirt includes a pair of eyes and the legend “I See You”; Erin’s the scrawled quote, “Some things should last a really long time.” (So maybe hand-wash this particular tee?) [Modelinia]
Anne Hathaway has given up the gifts given to her by her conman ex-boyfriend, Raffaello Follieri, which include several Rolexes, jewelry, and a Louis Vuitton box. They’ll be auctioned off to repay the victims of Follieri’s schemes. [Page Six]
And Lady Gaga has applied for an internship with eccentric English milliner Philip Treacy. We never thought we’d say this, but makes total economic sense. If you’re going to run around with lobsters, telephones, and orbiting rings on your head all day, it’s only practical to bring production in-house. [Vogue U.K.]
A Taste Of Home For Les Newyorkais
Revelers who made it through the queue in the freezing cold, down four flights of stairs, and into the classic Parisian night spot Le Regine last night had some serious celebrating to do. “We’ve been working hard,” said Opening Ceremony’s Humberto Leon, one of the party’s co-hosts, of his crew’s rigorous fashion week. “Tonight we’re dancing.”
Even fashion’s workaholics took a break. Street shooter Tommy Ton put down his camera, he said, “for the first time this season,” joining a crowd that included designers Alexander Wang, Henry Holland (pictured), Matthew Williamson, Daria Werbowy, and Jen Brill. Erin Wasson, in a crinkly leather hat, joined Opening Ceremony’s Carol Lim and company at the see-and-be-seen table behind a few tubs of vodka on ice, while Lindsay Lohan holed up in a more Frank-and-Dino corner, playing coy—well, as coy as one can play in a snowball-white fur hat during an impromptu amateur photo session. The New York, New York party has traveled around the international fashion weeks—it’s already made a London appearance—and it’s already developed a few standbys. It just wouldn’t feel like home without dancing on the banquettes, a haze of smoke (not always officially approved), and, of course, “Empire State of Mind.”
Whitpics
You read it right. The whole world may be going nuts for twitpics, but this fashion week, we opted for Whitpics, courtesy of Trovata designer John Whitledge. Since he took a season off from showing his collection, Whitledge had a little free time to take in the sights of New York fashion week. We sent him out, camera in hand; below is his photo diary of a week at the shows, the scenes, the parties, and the strip clubs (!) of NYFW, with a few words from the man himself on what he saw there.
“Erin Wasson was channeling a little Slash before her show.” Erin Wasson x RVCA show, ABC Carpet & Home.
“General Idea designer Bumsuk Choi faces the storm outside his showroom.” Soho.
“Kirsten Dunst was embracing a real fashion moment.” Patrik Ervell presentation, Milk Studios.
Erin In Chains
Who would Erin Wasson like to see in Low Luv, her new diffusion jewelry line? “Louise Bourgeois,” the model-turned-designer said without a moment’s hesitation. “She is just the coolest thing alive.”
Wasson was at London’s Bungalow 8 to celebrate the launch of the New York 2010 calendar from Maybelline, which she’s repped for eight years now. (“It’s lasted longer than any relationship,” she jokes.) It was a typically bacchanalian blowout: structured shoulders and Nicholas Kirkwoods everywhere, wild dancing, Henry Holland and Mr. Hudson on the decks. Wasson worked the room in a sprayed-on red dress, concealing, perhaps, a few gems underneath: One of the key pieces in her new line is a body chain. What’s the point of jewelry hidden from the public eye? “I consider it an armor, to protect oneself from all crazy stuff out there,” Wasson said. “And also, like lingerie, it’s your own naughty little secret, that only you and maybe a special friend need to know of. It’s outrageously sexy.” We’re guessing Bourgeois—she of the insistently erotic sculptures—would approve.
Low Luv will be available this January at www.mywardrobe.com.