August 27 2014

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14 posts tagged "Hamish Bowles"

Blasblog: The Snake Charmers’ Fête


Don’t get me wrong: I love a fashion show, a fashion party, and fashion week overall as much as the next fashion writer. But a change of pace isn’t always a bad idea, especially when the breath of fresh air is the shockingly chic studio and office of William Sofield, the interiors guru I first met when he worked with Tom Ford on his menswear stores. The celebration of his new collection with Baker furniture was not only chic and comfortable (bars for the drinkers and free ciggies for the smokers), but it was pretty novel, too: Sofield released more than 400 monarch butterflies into the crowd and hired a giant parrot and seven-foot-long albino snake to slither around the bedroom. “Can I pet it?” Claire Bernard asked. “Wait, do you even pet snakes?” (My answer to that would be a resounding no, but a few ladies—Tinsley Mortimer among them—got up close and personal.) While the Baker collab was worthwhile, my eyes were drawn to Sofield’s collection of not-for-sale pieces: namely the Nan Goldin pictures from early in her career, a 400-pound goldfish aquarium suspended from the ceiling in the foyer, and a 1920′s Tiffany chandelier that once hung in Grauman’s Chinese Theatre in Los Angeles. “Just a few things I picked up,” Sofield demurred during a tour with the artist Brice Marden, who co-hosted the party. But it was Vogue‘s Hamish Bowles who put it best: “When can I claim squatter’s rights in this place? I could move right in.” Hamish, the line forms right behind me.

Photo: Kevin Tachman / BackstageAT

Fashion’s Book Of Love


We were trying to avoid the Valentine/Valentina allusions; but—cross
our heart—Kohle Yohannan’s new glossy tome from Rizzoli on the Russian émigré designer (and lover of Greta Garbo) is a great gift for lovers of fashion—and not only on the 14th of February. The book accompanies a retrospective at the Museum of the City of New York, whose opening night bash is co-hosted by Hamish Bowles (sorry, we can’t confirm Adele as his date) tonight. Milla Jovovich, Mica Ertegün, Princess Firyal of Jordan, and a gaggle of designers including Yigal Azrouël, Stephen Burrows, Carolina Herrera, and Narciso Rodriguez are expected to turn out, and show the, er, love.

Blasblog from Rio: Come Rain Or Shine, The Bikini Will Go On


“Does Rio give refunds?” asked one peeved local fashion editor here in Rio this afternoon when the low-lying clouds turned into a downpour at a brunch Carlos Miele threw before his show. “I came here for fun in the sun! Not pain in the rain.” Suffice it to say, the droplets did put a damper on the linen-clad, seersucker-ed and jersey-ed crowd that had gathered for the show. Suddenly all the seats under the tents [seen here] were doubling up, with The New York Times‘ Armand Limnander and Vogue‘s Hamish Bowles huddled like schoolchildren. Only’s own Tim Blanks faced the rain, proudly standing in his white shirt, which slowly turned sheer. But, like the teeny-tiny swimsuits I can see on the beach from my hotel, the bad weather in this fine land also stays on the brief side. By the time Isabeli Fontana stomped out in her debut two-piece and jacket, the clouds lifted and the sun was back, allowing a full view of the picturesque Copacabana Fort. (As a venue, it blew the ol’ Bryant Park tents out of the water.) “Now this is more like it,” that grumpy editor sighed. “The sun makes everything better. And so do these caiprinhas.”

of waistcoats, punting, and spanx



The Cinema Society and Victorinox gave guests–including Mamie Gummer, Jessica Joffe, and Hamish Bowles—occasion to revisit “Brideshead Revisited” last night, at the New York premiere of Julian Jarrold’s new film adaptation of Evelyn Waugh’s classic novel of class friction and forbidden love in interwar Britain. The after-party at the Gramercy Hotel rooftop was nice enough, but it had nothing on the impossibly posh bygone world depicted on-screen: waistcoats, white linen suits, and sybaritic afternoons spent punting at Oxford, where an aspiring artist (Matthew Goode) falls in with a glamorous aristocrat (Ben Whishaw) burdened by Catholic guilt. Goode seemed in awe of the period grandeur. “You’d have to go to Buckingham Palace” to find an English estate as majestic as Yorkshire’s Howard Castle, the film’s Brideshead stand-in, he declared. Co-star Hayley Atwell revealed that she donned an “itchy bob” wig for the role. Also, Spanx. “They were so restricting, and poor Julia is such a restricted character that it actually gave me a lot more to work with,” she insisted—surely one of the most high-brow justifications ever given for covert curve control. But not a bad one, come to think of it.

Photo: Billy Farrell / PatrickMcMullan