10 posts tagged "Lady Amanda Harlech"
Abercrombie & Fitch Tries To Handle A Situation, Moët & Chandon Raises A Glass To Testino, Counterfeit Luxury Shopping Bags, And More…
Abercrombie & Fitch has quite a situation on its hands. The teen retailer has offered the Jersey Shore cast member Michael “The Situation” Sorrentino a deal to stop wearing its clothes. “We are deeply concerned that Mr. Sorrentino’s association with our brand could cause significant damage to our image. We understand that the show is for entertainment purposes, but believe this association is contrary to the aspirational nature of our brand, and may be distressing to many of our fans,” A&F says. [WWD]
Moët & Chandon will toast Mario Testino and his legendary photography career with a ceremony, hosted by Lady Amanda Harlech, Vogue‘s Lucinda Chambers, and Hamish Bowles on September 19. He will receive the first Moët & Chandon Etoile Award during London fashion week. [Vogue U.K.]
London has just surpassed New York “as the fashion place people all over the world like the best,” according to Grazia Daily. Based on several different statistics gathered by the Global Language Monitor, tracking “the frequency of words and phrases in print, electronic and social media,” London is now the global fashion capital. [Grazia Daily]
How much would you fork over for a brand-name luxury paper bag? In Korea, apparently it’s a trend, and women are forking over $30 a pop on Chanel and Burberry branded shopping bags. They are in such high demand that people are even making counterfeit paper bags seriously. [WSJ]
The Karl Lagerfeld bandwagon rolled out of Cannes on Tuesday as the film festival rolled in. The legendary Croisette is lined with huge billboards promoting Spielberg’s Tintin and the new Transformers and Cowboys & Aliens and The Smurfs in 3-D!—spectacles all, but even so, their makers could surely learn something from Chanel’s no-expense-spared launch of its latest Cruise collection. The show itself—staged on Monday night in the gardens of the legendary Hotel du Cap, in Antibes—was simply the jewel in the crown of a 24-hour wingding that extended from an alfresco Italian dinner on Sunday night to post-show dancing under a cherry moon accompanied by vintage club sounds from London’s Horse Meat Disco. (OK, it was actually a half moon, but Prince filmed his movie of that name in this very spot, and that’s what inspired Michel Gaubert to opt for a show soundtrack that was heavy on the Purple One.)
Earlier on Monday, there was a picnic in the flower fields of Grasse, where workers were harvesting the rose petals whose distilled essence will eventually make its way into Chanel No. 5, Coco, Mademoiselle, et al. Paraphrasing Diana Vreeland’s legendary observation that pink is the navy blue of India, I’d like to propose that rosé is the tap water of the Riviera. And that was just lunch! The evening’s festivities began on a catwalk that stretched from the hotel down to the sea, with a couple of hundred guests lolling under umbrellas lined along its length. Among them, Blake Lively and Rachel Bilson, whose seemingly random inclusion under the Chanel umbrella actually speaks volumes about Lagerfeld’s own engagement in every eddy of pop culture. The indolence of the event felt truly in tune with his own sense of this part of the world as an enduring playground for the super-rich. It was a mood he captured brilliantly in The Tale of a Fairy, the film that screened as night fell. (Those are stills from the 30-minute flick, above.)
A few decades ago, Lagerfeld featured in L’Amour, one of the last Warhol movies, and there were echoes of Andy in the film Karl showed last night: the anomic glamour, the decadent polymorphousness, the barbed ad-libs (kudos to Amanda Harlech), but most of all the spectacular performance by Kristen McMenamy. The 46-year-old model effortlessly evoked memories of the banked fury of the legendary Holly Woodlawn (whose performance in Trash was so mesmerizing that no less an industry totem than Paul Newman went to bat for her when Oscar nomination time came around). Every great Tennessee Williams role awaits McMenamy, and it’s typical of Lagerfeld that he had the vision to resuscitate that facet of her personality years after she’d faded from fashion’s consciousness. Is Karl the new Andy? He considered the notion for a millisecond, then snorted, “I’ve got better production values.”
After the fairy came the Ferry: the legendary Bryan himself, cleverly reminding his devotees that he adds oomph to Bob Dylan and Sam and Dave just as artfully as he sings his own songs. His performance put the seal on a spectrum of cultural endeavors—from food to fragrance to fashion to funk—that would surely have gladdened Coco’s own legendarily dark heart. Now, how many times did I use the word “legendary” in this account? Times ten and we’re closing in on the sensibility of an event that, at some point in the distant, post-apocalyptic future, will seem like the apogee of a moment when there were people who could make their own dreams come true. How appropriate that it was all about one night in Cannes.
There’s been an explosion of florals and flower prints on the runways, and you can trust that if a trend is in the offing, Nick Knight will not be far behind. Case in point: The latest exhibition at SHOWStudio’s Mayfair gallery, Florist, which opens tomorrow. The Web site-cum-gallery project is celebrating its 10th birthday this year, and Knight decided a few bouquets would be a fitting anniversary gift. “Of course there is no better birthday gift than flowers,” he told Style.com. “When you think about it, so many fashion photographers were quite taken by flowers—Irving Penn, Robert Mapplethorpe and Baron Adolph de Meyer all trained their lenses on blossoms as a bit of a hobby. I’m not going to say that it is cleansing or anything, but….”
Vivienne Westwood, Yohji Yamamoto, Lady Amanda Harlech, Guy Bourdin, and Sølve Sundsbø (whose work is pictured) are a few of the celebrants to craft a floral gift—in any shape—to contribute. (Those shapes have taken the form of photos, dresses, head pieces and one-off objets d’art.) During the week, designers like Mary Katrantzou and Stephen Jones will also create pieces live, to be broadcast in real time from the Bruton Street studios. Knight has also snared the likes of John Galliano, Gareth Pugh, Hussein Chalayan, and Kate Moss to create their own interpretation of flowers, all to come during the winter-long exhibit.
No doubt a decade in the business is a thing worth celebrating—we’ve just finished doing the same ourselves, in fact. And Knight’s highlight of the past ten years? “Definitely, the SHOWstudio’s work in fashion films, which is still rather uncharted territory,” he said. “It’s an amazing knowing that every day there is something to create, something waiting to be invented. It’s a feeling that makes me want to jump out of bed every morning.”
While our eyes were on the ethereal Cate Blanchett, we almost missed the equally lovely Salma Hayek as she hit the opening of Cannes yesterday. And as it turns out, she was wearing the first dress from Gucci’s new Premiere Collection—the label’s version of “couture.” (To get the real couture name, garments must—among other stipulations—be produced in Paris.) Hayek is married to PPR CEO François-Henri Pinault, who owns Gucci—helps, as they say, to have friends in high places. [Fashionologie]
J Brand’s cargo Houlihan pants are flying off the rack, and now have the blessing of Cathy Horyn. They’re named after Loretta Swit’s character “Hot Lips” Houlihan from M*A*S*H*. Is this the start of a M*A*S*H* moment? Now that we think of it, the Bieber bangs are a little Hawkeye Pierce… [NYT]
Japanese Prime Minister Yukio Hatoyama wore a color-blocked plaid shirt to a public event, and pundits are now claiming his poor fashion sense may ruin his career. A Japanese fashion critic told CNN, “This shirt comes from the eighties or nineties. His ideas and philosophy are old. Japan is facing a crisis and we can’t overcome it with a prime minister like this.” Allow us to play devil’s advocate for a sec—isn’t it possible that this shirt is actually really forward? I mean, squint just right and it sort of looks like a Junya Watanabe! [Gawker]
And Alice Temperley has rallied friends—including Liberty Ross, Lily Cole, and Lady Amanda Harlech—to sit for portraits that will be auctioned to benefit women’s organization The Circle next week. [Vogue U.K.]
“John Galliano has really tiny feet—almost childlike,” observed a guest at the opening of SHOWstudio Shop’s Blackwhite exhibition in London Friday night. She was inspecting a pair of well-worn ballet slippers owned by the Dior designer, along with a collection of other Galliano artifacts, assembled in a shoebox by Lady Amanda Harlech—one of the few people in the world, we imagine, who has access to this sort of thing—and dusted with a thick coating of white baby powder (pictured, above). Childlike? Well, as they say, if the shoe fits. “They were from when he was a child,” explained shop curator Carrie Scott. “I am guessing his feet have grown since then.”
The Galliano box was one of many pieces on sale at Nick Knight’s event, where every piece was on sale, and, true to the title, black and white. (The only spots of color were the red check marks on a vintage contact sheet of Cecil Beaton’s—a roll of shots of Audrey Hepburn in full My Fair Lady regalia.) Also on offer: Irving Penn’s iconic portrait of Lisa Fonssagrives in a harlequin-print cape; a few Chanel couture headpieces by Kamo; a Knight shot of Kate Moss; Michael Howells’ black and white Union Jack (pictured, top), which was used for the 25th anniversary of London fashion week in September 2009; and a disturbing white bondage table created by artist Peter Saville, complete with painful-looking prongs and harnesses. Its title? Fashion.
Blackwhite runs through June 19 at SHOWstudio.com Shop, 1-9 Bruton Pl., London, www.shop.showstudio.com.