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D&G: Do-Gooders Once More


In fall 2010, Domenico Dolce and Stefano Gabbana launched Spiga2, their boutique housing an artfully curated collection of young designers’ work. The idea was to create a space to nurture fashion designers on the rise, like Sophie Theallet, Behnaz Sarafpour, and Peter Jensen, and have fun at the same time with a DJ, videos, and free wireless Internet on hand to entertain visitors.

After the success of the first round, they are spreading the wealth once more to a newly selected group of designers, announced today. Their fall 2011 list is a collection of over 40 designers hailing from around the globe, including familiar names like returning designer Yigal Azrouël, Ohne Titel by Flora Gill and Alexa Adams, Kevork Kiledjian, and Felder Felder (from twin sisters Daniela and Annette Felder), as well as names lesser-known in the U.S., like Greece’s Fani Xenophontos, Russia’s Sergei Grinko, and Italy’s Comeforbreakfast.

Another name that stands out on the list: Italian-based designer Umit Benan, who originally worked under Theallet at François Nars’ Motu Tane label and Marc Jacobs. Just last month, the Turkish/German designer, who had editors raving at Milan men’s fashion week, was announced as Milan Vukmirovic’s replacement at Trussardi.

Photo: Pascal Le Segretain / DolceGabbana / Getty Images

The Latest Visitor To Saint-Tropez, Young London Takes On The Track Jacket, And More…


First Chanel, then Louis Vuitton, now Lanvin—the rush to Saint-Tropez continues. Elbaz and co. are the latest to open a shop in St.-T, and they’ve got other plans too—including a refurbished Web site and the new Fall campaigns, like the Meisel-shot womenswear ads starring Magdalena Frackowiak, Anja Rubik, and Mariacarla Boscono (pictured). [WWD]

The World Cup commentator you’ve gotta read is…Hilary Alexander?! Turns out the Telegraph‘s fashion critic has a healthy extracurricular interest in footer—and she’s been live-tweeting games at @hilaryalexander. [Fashionista]

It’s a good time to be a young designer in London. Nike is the latest brand to collaborate with emerging designers, giving Katie Eary, SIBLING, Julian J Smith, Tim Soar, Felder Felder, and Hannah Marshall free reign to rejigger the N98 track jacket. The results, predictably, are loud. [Vogue U.K.]

And bad news for NYC shoppers: As of Saturday, all of Manhattan’s Apple stores are sold out of iPhone 4s. If you want one, you’ll just have to…oh, yeah, order online. Why wasn’t everyone doing this in the first place? [Racked]

Photo: Steven Meisel/Courtesy of Lanvin

London’s Young Guns Get The Beyoncé Boost


In the hierarchy of London fashion, there’s a whole stratum of designers who’ve been thrust up the totem pole recently by the competitive dressing stakes of the music world. Lady Gaga, Rihanna, and Beyoncé, God bless them, have set the pace in ever more extreme image production, and London’s become a happy hunting ground for stylists who want their women to appear unique—and to be the first with a new name.

David Koma, a designer from the Republic of Georgia, fresh out of Saint Martins last year, had Beyoncé and Cheryl Cole (Britain’s biggest tabloid darling as an X Factor—think American Idol—panelist and frock duelist with Dannii Minogue) fighting over a dress. Hannah Marshall, Jean-Pierre Braganza, and Felder Felder, who showed together on London fashion week’s opening day, are in the same sort of zone—in their case, underground, goth-y gone mainstream. It’s certainly broadening out the visibility of young London—even if fashion purists tend to look askance at too much celeb involvement. The litmus test, when it comes down to it, is who can produce something of more substance and quality than stuff that just looks good on stage or video, and fits the general trend. At this round, Koma’s zigzag geometrics in caramel leather and black wool (pictured) looked exceptionally made, and Jean-Pierre Braganza did well to break away from the short and tight into long and printed. Otherwise, someone please tell them the giant box shoulder is O-V-E-R.

Photo: Courtesy of David Koma

Sister, Sister


No, you aren’t seeing double. Daniela and Annette Felder are the identical twins behind Felder Felder, the two year-old apparel and accessories label based in London. The Felder sisters, born and raised in a small town outside Cologne, Germany, have made a habit of hop-scotching their collections around the globe—the first Felder Felder collection, which they designed while students at Central Saint Martins, was shown in New York, through GenArt; Fall ’09 made its debut at Berlin Fashion Week in January. But last week, the Felders were back at London Fashion Week, exhibiting the new collection under the auspices of the prestigious New Gen/TopShop sponsorship. “We’re always inspired by music icons,” explained Annette, as she paged through a rack of cropped and fitted motorcycle jackets. “This season it was all about Iggy Pop and early punk music.” If that reference is easy to catch in a studded motorcycle jacket, it’s disseminated throughout the collection in subtler ways, like a studded strap on a draped dress. “We’re always looking for ways to make something with a harder edge look elegant,” Danielle said. “Or,” adds Annette, “the other way around.”

fashion diary: illustrator daisy de villeneuve


Monday, September 15

Wake up later than planned (9 a.m.), as I’d gone to see the fantastic Emmylou Harris in concert the night before. I check my e-mail and find a message from a PR asking if I’ve received the invite for an event on Wednesday. Can’t think straight. Have I? Thought all my invites were in one place, feel disorganized, and wish I had a PA…look through old e-mails, did I get it, did I RSVP!?! I can’t remember, so decide to just call her; turns out I never received it. I panic, suddenly wondering what I’m going to wear to London fashion week. The past couple of days have been quite sunny but you never know with English weather. Coats seem too wintery, so I rumble through my closet, find a navy Zac Posen jacket that’s perfect. (We’re old friends from his student days at Saint Martins.) I wear it with a sheer white blouse from Zac’s Fall ’08 collection, a vintage navy skirt, black tights, and Jil Sander black lace-up shoes. Have a moment about the whole fashion faux pas of navy and black being worn together, but I don’t have time to worry about it. Anyway, I quite like bit of a clash. It’s practical. I need to feel comfortable if I’m rushing around all over this week. Throw a pair of black Comptoir des Cotonniers high heels into the carrier bag I designed for Topshop. I need to figure out what I’m going to wear for the next few days as I’ve been living by the sea in Kent over the summer, so will stay with a friend. I have no idea, get a headache thinking about it, and toss a few options on my bed. The clock is ticking. I throw a bunch of dresses, purses, and high heels into my bright orange Globe-Trotter suitcase and travel to London on the train with my mother, Jan, who used to be a model in the seventies and was recently featured in the Felder Felder SHOWstudio video. Our first fashion week stop will be their show at the Royal Academy at 2 p.m.

Arrive in London and head to the Felder Felder show, which turns out to be great—lots of pretty dresses that I’m desperate for. Go backstage and say hello to my good friends Dani and Annette Felder. I bump into an old family friend, jewelry designer Nicky Butler, who’s wearing a really cool Helmet Newton T-shirt he designed for the museum shop in Berlin. We have tea and catch up.

Arrive at Stephen Jones’ perfume launch at Dover Street Market around 7:30 p.m. See lots of familiar faces—the actress Daisy Bates, looking gorgeous in a McQueen jacket, sequin Topshop leggings, Topshop blouse, and Terry de Havilland high heels, and Richard Mortimer from Ponystep wearing a black Ralph Lauren polo. I say hello to Stephen Jones and look around at the exhibit of Dafydd Jones’ brilliant 1980′s photos along with old retro books and magazines, including a copy of an old Cheap Date with one of my illustrations.

From Dover Street, I head to Christie’s for the Heart & Design charity auction. I’m on the committee, so am excited to see what is being showcased. Loads of wonderful things. A pretty yellow Roland Mouret seems to be a favorite. At about 11:30, I hail a cab and head home.

Tuesday, September 16

Decide to keep it simple today. Wear a black dress and turquoise jacket, both A.P.C., again with black tights and Jil Sander shoes. I can’t do high heels in the day—I don’t know how people do it. But heels are as always in my bag, just in case. The first stop of the day is the Royal Opera House to see the Ashley Isham show. I have a front-row seat next to actress Camilla Rutherford (who I’ve known since my art school days in Paris), dressed in green vintage. See Jasmine Guinness wearing one of her own designs for Oli and Jade Parfitt wearing a Roksanda Ilincic dress.

Back in the car. Driving through central London, I notice the Gap store with the photo (shot by Mikael Jansson) of me in the window, so stop the car and get a quick snap of me next to the giant poster. Very exciting.

After being stuck in traffic for about an hour, I get to the Eley Kishimoto show, where my friend, composer Daniel Pemberton, is DJ’ing. Get to the BFC tents with my Gareth Pugh black and white Linda Farrow sunglasses for Moët in hand (these allow me into the VIP Moët room, which is great way to while away time between shows). Daniel takes me back to the DJ booth, so I get a good view of the catwalk.

From the tents, I go to pick up my friend Charlotte, who’s with the actress Rebecca Hall, and we head to Clerkenwell to check out Jessica McCormack’s exquisite jewelry collection. Then I grab a cab to get across town for the On/Off Presents show at 5:15 p.m. Get there just in time, but it ends up running late. I bump into Jasmine Guinness again.

Put on my red Shu Uemura lipstick and matching Banana Republic shoes to add some color for the evening ahead and make my way to the Dunhill party, a very nice event to celebrate the opening of the Home of Alfred Dunhill at Bourdon House. The canapés are incredible: oysters and shrimp. See my friend the beauty guru Alex, who asks if I’m tired. Yes, I am tired, I’m exhausted, in fact, and this is only my second day so far. He tells me that I need “emergency essence spray” from Australian bush flowers. Yes please, sounds good.

I head over to the Natural History Museum to see the Mary McCartney exhibit. Nice setting amongst the dinosaurs. Lots of arty people there, like Tracey Emin and Sir Peter Blake and his wife, Chrissy. They introduce me to Mary’s uncle Mike McCartney, also a photographer. Have a nice chat with them, then catch a glimpse of Jasmine Guinness with Jade Parfitt. Third time I’ve seen Jasmine today, so we have a laugh about that; snap a photo of Jasmine with her fabulous Lulu Guinness lips purse.

Wednesday, September 17

Today I’m wearing a gray dress and brown belt by Comptoir des Cotonniers, the trusty black Jil Sander shoes, and a Jamin Puech handbag. Off to see the Betty Jackson show in the tents with my mother. There I spot my friend Frances von Hofmannsthal, dressed in Charles Anastase. She tells me that she’s been to every show of his.

Have lunch at the National Gallery with a friend and look around at the Wyndham Lewis exhibit. It’s good to see some art in between fashion shows! Slip on my brand-new Charlotte Olympia turquoise satin high heels and walk to her tea party at the nearby Trafalgar Hotel. It’s on the rooftop with an amazing view overlooking the London Eye and Big Ben. See Valentine Fillol Cordier, wearing a lovely Charles Anastase dress and a Ralph Lauren jacket, and we chat about New York. From there, I go to the Valentino exhibit at the Hospital in Covent Garden—great gowns. I wrap up my LFW with André 3000′s U.K. launch of Benjamin Bixby at Harrods. I get a good glimpse of the collection and chat with some friends.

At 9:30, I rush to Victoria to catch the train back to Kent. Check my messages on the train, get an e-mail from a friend who hopes I’ve had a good fashion week and tells me not to wear out my heels or melt my BlackBerry. He suggests a prescription of Converse sneakers to recover and elegant cupcakes—a good idea after all the Champagne. Can’t wait for a cup of hot tea.