August 22 2014

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The Style World’s Art Buyers On Their Whitney Acquisitions


Tomorrow night, the Whitney throws its annual Art Party, presented by the BCBG Max Azria Group, where, beneath the air-kisses, clinking glasses, and sartorial appreciation, a good cause lurks: the museum’s Independent Study program, the beneficiary of the evening’s silent auction. Artists from Cecily Brown to Lawrence Weiner have donated works this year, and if past years are any indication, they should go fast. checked in with a few past buyers to find out what they snapped up and what they’re hoping to grab this year.

Adam Lippes
Designer, ADAM

Lippes (above right), who’s on the host committee of the event this year, came away last time with one of Rachel Owens’ glass-shard pieces (above left). “I’ve been a fan of her work for a long time,” Lippes told “This is very strong and powerful, especially in this animal head shape.” (We’re not sure we see it, but art is in the eye of the beholder.) But powerful is right—with its jagged glass, we wondered if hanging the work at home posed a problem. “Actually, I’m afraid to touch it!” the designer said with a laugh. “I am hiring someone to hang it so I don’t sustain serious injuries.” Continue Reading “The Style World’s Art Buyers On Their Whitney Acquisitions” »

Shy As She Wants To Be


Being shy is all well and good, unless of course you happen to be a very popular girl around town and having your first solo photography show. Then you’ve got to turn on the charm. That’s exactly what stylist-turned-lenswoman Frances Tulk-Hart did last night at the Soho Grand Hotel, where Shy Sunday, her debut exhibition, now hangs. Apparently she considers herself something of a shy gal, though you wouldn’t know it from the packed house that came to celebrate her for three-plus hours, from fellow stylists like Lauren Goodman to social types like Sabine Heller. (As ever when this many pretty partiers gather, Hanuk was on hand to shoot, too.) The photos themselves are lovely, depicting haunting, solitary moments, and printed extremely small—a comment, according to Tulk-Hart, on the shy theme. “It’s been a very gradual and organic process,” she said of the transition from stylist to full-fledged photog. “I always had my camera on me, so it seemed like a natural transition.” Several old friends and clients seem to agree: She’s already got an editorial for British Vogue and a campaign for Marc by Marc Jacobs under her belt.

Photo: Frances Tulk-Hart

The Cast-Off, Round Two


No one likes to lose. Readers may recall that, a few weeks ago, stylist Lauren Goodman (above right) and I joined in a friendly battle of casts: Having each broken our wrists, we decided to compete to see who could turn her injury into the better fashion accessory. Votes were tallied; I had the lead at the start, but Lauren got some momentum later in the game that she rode all the way to victory. Honestly, I felt ashamed. I had the home-court advantage and everything. But rather than indulge in any Serena Williams-like tantrums, I determined to learn from Lauren’s success as we prepared to face off in Round Two of the Cast-Off: THE BRACE-OFF.

Lesson 1: Buzz counts. Lauren finished her cast early and people got interested, seeing her wear the flash plaster around. So, as soon as I got my brace from the hospital—a kind of Rick Owens-y brace, black with long straps—I delivered it to designer Camilla Stærk. She wrapped up work on it right before fashion week, and over the past few days, I’ve had two name stylists ask me if they can call it in for shoots, and several front-row regulars remark that they’d consider throwing themselves down staircases in order to wear a medical accessory that cool. (I am now thinking about launching a line of fashion medical accessories, called HEAL—Colette? Opening Ceremony? Barneys? Are you listening?) Lauren, meanwhile, had the element of surprise in her favor: Working with designer Peter Som, she only debuted her brace today…

Lesson 2: Bling that sh*t. Last time, designer Dana Lorenz covered Lauren’s cast in multicolored gemstones. Von Kottwitz designer Nina Stotler and I opted for something more industrial. Not this time! Thinking bling-y, I arranged to have my brace sponsored by Crystallized™ Swarovski Elements. I was imagining something totally disco, but Camilla, who has better taste than me, opted to cover my brace in pewter crystal pearls of various sizes. This wound up covering…

Lesson 3: Remind people of Michael Jackson. Lauren’s cast was inspired by the Christian Lacroix top seen on the first Anna Wintour-edited cover of Vogue, but lots of commenters mentioned that it seemed very Michael Jackson. And they appreciated that. Camilla, hand-sewing pewter crystal pearls until her fingers were literally bleeding, really came through on the MJ. I have to say, though, Lauren and Peter Som have maybe, possibly, trumped me on this—Peter’s angle on the people-like-dead-celebs-beacuse-they-are-reminded-of-their-childhood thing was to make Lauren’s brace “a tribute to John Hughes.” Pretty in Pain! Dammit.

Lesson 4: Art-direct. This really should have been obvious—I do work in fashion, after all. Lauren got off a cute little shot of herself posing with her cast. I went for the camera phone. And I wasn’t even in the photo! People vote on personal connection, I see now. And images that pop. Camilla’s husband, the photographer Barnaby Roper, obliged my concept “sci-fi Birth of Venus, with wrist brace,” as you can see (and judge) for yourself. Again, I was positive I had Lauren on this one—I knew she was racing around to shows and that Peter was prepping his collection and that there was no way they’d be able to work a seriously pro photo into their schedules. Laughs on me, folks. Lauren managed to corner Poppy de Villeneuve, mere hours before the photog hopped a flight to London to set up her show STILL, which opens on Thursday, and got a pretty amazing portrait out of her.

Lesson 5: Flatter the audience. Vote for me, and I will love you forever. Lauren and I await your comments…

Photo: Courtesy of Maya Singer and Poppy de Villeneuve

It’s All In The Wrist


About a month ago, I was out on one of my top-secret ops, and the dental floss I was using to rappel out of a skyscraper gave out about 15 feet short of the sidewalk. Long story short, I fractured my right wrist. Badly. Part of life as a super-spy, I know, but given that I maintain a cover as a fashion journalist, the injury presented something of a predicament: To use the technical language, my cast was hella ugly. I mean—scrubs blue, why? I was already pondering ways I could make my gimp wrist into a cool fashion accessory when I happened to run into the stylist Lauren Goodman at a party. She, too, had fractured her right wrist! (A boating accident, she said, but I’ve long suspected that Lauren works for one of my nemesis organizations, and so I doubt that story.) Moreover, Lauren had likewise been brainstorming ideas for fabbing up her cast. Obviously, we were going to have to have a Cast Off. Obviously. This past week, both Agent Goodman and I retreated to our secret hideouts to strategize—Lauren attended by Fenton/Fallon designer Dana Lorenz, me with Nina Stotler, whose Von Kottwitz jewelry line I’ve written about for this site. Lauren’s results will have to speak for themselves—she’s off doing covert-type things in Europe now—but I have to admit, she and Dana have turned the cherry Slurpee tone of her cast to their advantage, going whole hog for color. As for Nina, she spray-painted my cast matte white, and had envisaged covering it in stripes of bolts, chain, and surgical tubing; a little Bauhaus, a little Christophe Decarnin for Balmain. It soon became clear that my cast was going to weigh a million pounds if we followed through on that design, so a double-bracelet-with-spine concept was improvised instead. Now it’s your turn: Write in with your vote for the better cast, and remember, the fate of the free world hangs in the balance.