14 posts tagged "Kris Van Assche"
Thank you, Kris Van Assche. Dior Homme is doing denim for the ladies. He’s added a bit of stretch to the skinny silhouette we love on our moody, broody, floppy-haired gents and is providing an array of serious, angst-ridden shades. Pairs will range from $407 to $1,185 and could be in stores as early as next month. Start perfecting your slouch now. [WWD]
Marc Jacobs and Lorenzo Martone’s house hunt comes to an end. $10.4 million later, they’ve found the perfect “white box,” complete with a private elevator, back terrace, yard, and roof deck in the West Village. [Page Six]
Congratulations, New Yorkers! You are paying the highest rents of anyone in the world. And unless you’re Marc Jacobs and Lorenzo Martone, we doubt that rent comes with an elevator, back terrace, yard, and roof deck. [Crain’s]
British Prime Minister Gordon Brown must not spend much time reading important U.K. publications like the Sun and Daily Mail, otherwise he would have avoided his gaffe yesterday when he mistook petite, blond Reese Witherspoon for petite, blond Renée Zellweger. Awkward! Someone needs to get his morning paper routine sorted out. [HuffPo]
Lily Allen is quitting music for fashion, at least temporarily. The singer has declared a self-imposed two-year break from the biz to open Lucy in Disguise, a high-end rental shop specializing in designer wares. We’ll admit, we’re intrigued. [Grazia]
A new concept store opened this week in the rue Montorgueil area of Paris, and if its creators—twentysomething sisters Vanessa and Laetitia Roggwiller—have their way, it will up the capital’s fashion ante considerably. Freshly minted graduates in fashion marketing and communications, respectively, the sisters were mulling a boutique launch, but when they saw this duplex space on the rue Léopold Bellan, everything fell into place. “We wanted something surprising,” Vanessa explained of the shop’s architectural elements. “[We wanted to] fill it with clothes that are not known to the general public, but which fashion followers are sure to pick up on.” The first room is dedicated to chic city looks with pieces by hard-to-find designer David Szeto—who will turn out exclusive creations for the boutique this fall—revealing dresses by Australian designer Alice McCall, colorful collage trenches and bags by the Japanese label Dans La Vie, and selections for men by Kris Van Assche. In the next room, streetwear takes over, with Blondie T-shirts by 2K by Gingham and Vivienne Westwood Red Label accessories. Downstairs is a cosmetics-meets-gallery space with cheeky products pour deux by Yes for Lov or saucily named perfumes by État Libre d’Orange; a debut exhibition by photographer Cécile Brulé will be unveiled at the store’s official opening in April. “We want to push young creation,” Vanessa told us. “Paris should take a cue from London.”
Hotel Particulier, 15 rue Léopold Bellan, Paris.
When I took my seat at Gareth Pugh’s show, his menswear debut and the finale of the week, my mind suddenly raced back to when another British designer made his first steps into menswear. Due no doubt to some seating snafu, I was in the front row of John Galliano’s first-ever menswear show for his eponymous label in 2004. It was the one where a crew of the most major male models came out greased up and writhed around on the front row, old bed frames, wood boxes, and whatever other prop could be found on the runway. It was decadence and ecstasy and camp. It was very Galliano. But it was one of those fashion moments when you wouldn’t have expected anything less from a designer for his menswear debut. Pugh’s first ever men’s show, staged around a mobile of smashed glass, was equivalent. But it wasn’t because the male models engaged with the audience (at Galliano, Tony Ward asked me for a light as he cruised down the runway), but because of Pugh’s unwavering dedication to his aesthetic. The dark and heavily made-up boys stomped out in patent patchwork trenchcoats with the stiffest and highest of shoulders, the tightest of pants, and the toughest of combat boots. Many of the last looks were crafted from nail-pierced leather. It was a sci-fi journey into another world, where only the likes of Terence Koh and performance artist Casey Spooner could fit in. (I could hear them “ooh” and “aah” over each look, mentally planning personal orders.) Sure, very few people will dare to wear it, but then, I haven’t seen too many guys in the shredded booty shorts on that Galliano runway either. Later, at a dinner for Kim Jones’ own impressive debut at Dunhill, after the oft-inebriated Lily Allen toasted the designer, I got a bit of my own gossip: Many claim wearability wasn’t a factor in the least, but that this show was Pugh’s audition for LVMH (some say in the Dior Homme post currently occupied by Kris Van Assche). And the Galliano connection only deepens. (For complete coverage of the menswear collections, go to men.style.com.)