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11 posts tagged "Heidi Mount"

Blasblog From Venice: Chanel’s Venetian Holiday

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Venice in the springtime is roughly 90 percent tourists, 8 percent native Venetians, and 2 percent nuns (a pack of whom nearly knocked me into a canal as I admired a collection of handsome gondoliers). But with the Chanel Resort show here tomorrow, the ratios have been twisted, and sunburned fanny-packers have been replaced by stylish fashion types. Just this afternoon I stumbled upon the chicest group of gelato-eating ladies ever collected: runway girls Siri Tollerød, Heidi Mount, Liu Wen, Charlotte di Calypso, and Denisa Dvorakova. It was like a fashion story come to life, half of them wearing hats they had bought on the street and all sucking on mini-plastic spoons. (Well, one was on the hunt for a cocktail, but I won’t say which.) The one time I don’t have a camera! Tonight Karl Lagerfeld is hosting a dinner at a restaurant overlooking the Grand Canal; Rinko Kikuchi and Anna Mouglalis are expected—check back for notes on the evening. Then tomorrow night, it’s the show at the Lido, where Coco herself put one on in the late seventies. That’s a picture of the invite—a Lagerfeld sketch of Mademoiselle’s famous trip that he’ll be making his own.

 

 

Photo: Courtesy of Derek Blasberg

 

Keep Tweeting, Met Invitees

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We’ll be live-blogging from our desks as the red-carpet pictures roll in, but in the meantime here’s the 411 from our favorite Twitterers.


Edgy Austrian Iris Strubegger will be making her Costume Institute debut, looking suitably glam in Givenchy couture.


One leggy campaign star we won’t be seeing on the Met red carpet tonight? Heidi Mount, who’s cruising the open road in her home state of Utah.


Katie Lee Joel, for her part, sounds more excited about her post-Met meal than the party itself. We understand she’ll be hitting the red carpet in J. Mendel.

Photo: Monica Feudi & Gianni Pucci

Blasblog: One Weekend, Two Birthdays

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No one needs to be told of the weather that New York experienced this weekend: the first fully sunny, fully warm couple of days of 2009 in this busy city. But while every single tourist in town seemed to stop and admire the city on my block, the real fun happened after dark. Jessica Stam’s birthday party was Friday night at a new club—”it’s not even open yet,” she explained—on Eighth Avenue called The Gates. Joining her were a good smattering of fashion folk (current Chanel campaign girl Heidi Mount), downtown types (DJ Harley Viera Newton), and the requisite Gossip Girl shout-outs (Chace Crawford and Jessica Szohr). The model, who turned 23, went all out with popcorn machines, a cotton candy stand, and a photo booth that got a little racy for some of the guests. On Saturday, the Thompson Hotels’ Jason Pomeranc hosted his own birthday party at his Thompson LES hotel; his group was similar to Stam’s but expanded into more social genres, like pop music (Jesse McCartney) and society (Byrdie Bell). Ever the businessman, Pomeranc timed his fête with the opening of Shang’s second-floor terrace. “I just did it to look popular,” the hotelier jested. “This way it looks like I have a lot of friends, but I’m sure everyone just came for the cocktails and food.” He was being modest. Several hours later, his pals Paz de la Huerta, Yigal Azrouël, and Crawford were still partying at Above Allen, the club on the hotel’s 7th floor.

 

 

Photo: Derek Blasberg

 

Blasblog From Paris: Models Turn Artists At Stella’s After-Party

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“The waiters keep looking over here like they’re going to kill us,” said Heidi Mount as she sketched a portrait of Lara Stone onto her napkin and doodled hearts and stars onto the tablecloth at the fancy-pants restaurant that was home to the Stella McCartney after-party. “But hey, they should have known better than to leave markers on the table with the likes of us in here.” Indeed, the artistic attempts of Mount, Stone, Lily Donaldson, and Dasha Zhukova proved a pretty impressive distraction at the dinner, providing some of the wonderful art that you see here. One person who wasn’t upset at all by the scribbling-cum-graffiti art was Stella herself, who came over with her father, Sir Paul McCartney, after the musical performances. Marveling that such pretty girls could have such hidden talents, she told Zhukova she had better take the tablecloth back with her to Moscow. “C’mon, Dash, you should put this in your Garage [Zhukova’s museum],” she teased. “The Chapman brothers have nothing on this lot.”

Photo: Derek Blasberg

Blasblog From Paris: Bonne Année Lily D.

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Last night was a good one for Lily Donaldson. She nabbed the finale look at Givenchy, a shocking two-piece number that had giant black removable shoulder pads. Then a few hours later, clad in a pair of PVC zip trousers, she found herself folded behind a table at Kaviar Kaspia with a gaggle of girlfriends (Heidi Mount, Dasha Zhukova and Lara Stone, and Luigi Murenu and George Cortina, who admitted they were girlfriends, too), celebrating her 22nd birthday. First, there was the obligatory fashion nostalgia— Donaldson complained about the time Cortina made her crawl through a burning hot Nevada desert with all the protection of an evening gown—and then it was dancing at the Chacha Club, where Josephine de la Baume was deejaying. Turns out, if Lara Stone hadn’t been such an impatient fetus, Tuesday would have been a dual supermodel birthday, since it was technically the Dutch beauty’s due date. (She came out a month early.) But still, a generous Donaldson let her blow at a candle, too.

Photo: Matteo Volta / ImaxTree