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August 20 2014

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21 posts tagged "Le Baron"

French Invasion Edition: Lanvin To Vegas, Le Baron To New York, And More…

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Lanvin has opened its second American outlet—and the first to sell its menswear—in Las Vegas (pictured). Well, there goes any chance of those casino winnings actually making it home. [WWD]

Groan: Project Runway, the Wii game. Because the television wasn’t barking “Make it work!” enough already. [WWD]

Is Le Baron coming to New York City? According to Eater, a deal is in the works for an NYC outpost of André’s famous Parisian club on the border of Chinatown and the Financial District. Spring ’11 fashion week revelers, starting girding yourselves now. [Eater]

Brian Atwood is leaving Bally after three years with the Swiss house; his Fall 2010 show in Milan will be his last. He’ll concentrate on his namesake label. [FWD]

And Tommy Hilfiger may see a change of hands: Vogue U.K. is reporting that its owner, Apax Partners, is considering selling. All eyes are on Phillips-Van Heusen, seen as the likeliest buyer; the company already licenses Tommy’s shirting and neckwear. Wholesale intrigue! [Vogue U.K.]

Redeemable For Dreams (But Not, Alas, For Drinks)

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André Saraiva is now better known as an international nightlife impresario—the man behind Le Baron, Beatrice Inn, and Le Montana—but at the beginning, he was just a graffiti artist with an alter ego (the winking smiley-face tag Mr. A, who’s since gone on to adorn Belvedere bottles and serve as the logo for Saraiva’s Black Block clothing line) and the balls to tag it on every exposed surface in Paris. The graffiti missions are less frequent than they used to be, but at Colette’s gallery space, a new show of the artist’s drawings should remind you of the bygone days. The drawings of imagined currencies from “Bank André” may not be legal tender—except, maybe, for amour et rêves—but we’re betting his admirers will snap them up all the same.

Through February 27 at Colette, 213 rue Saint-Honoré, Paris, colette.fr.

Illustrations: Andr#&233; Saraiva

Blasblog: Balenciaga Rechristens Le Baron

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It’s an interesting question to ponder: What happens to Paris’ fashion week hot spots when, er, it’s not fashion week? Well, as someone explained to me last night, they lose a little panache. According to one Frenchie, last week Le Baron, one of the most frequented stops on the fashion week circuit, was making popcorn for teen mixers. Well, last night, the coolest kids in Paris were packed into the place, including Tatiana Santo Domingo, Richard Nicoll, Leigh Lezark, Cassie Coane, and Harley Viera-Newton. One person was notably absent, at least for the first part of the evening. “Where’s Nicolas?” asked Hidetoshi Nakata, in reference to Nicolas Ghesquière, who was supposed to be hosting the Balenciaga after-party at the temporary hot spot. As coincidence would have it, he showed up just as Lindsay Lohan was leaving. But don’t worry: Something tells me that she (and I) will back here soon.

Photo: icanteachyouhowtodoit.com

Yazbukey’s Cult Dance At Le Baron

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Sometimes all a party needs is a girl in a corset who can dance. That was the case last night when, around midnight, jewelry designer Yaz Kurhan of Yazbukey christened her Fall collection, Cult, with a sexy dance atop a shrouded piano at Le Baron. The soundtrack was French heartthrob du jour Sébastien Tellier’s hit “Roche.” After her sultry gymnastics, we grilled Yaz about this season’s goods (Spring’s line includes mice coin purses, vintage plastic telephone bags, and a hotdog necklace with all the fixin’s). “It’s all about Sébastien Tellier,” she cooed, holding up the giant mirror-and-Plexi pendant bust of the long-haired, bearded crooner she was wearing. Besides a black lace push-up bra, nude bustier (a forties relic she discovered in an Istanbul souk for €20), and silver spike pumps, the oversize accessory for Fall was about all Yaz had on. “I love how he looks, I love how he sings, and I love all that hair,” she gushed. “Even if you don’t know Sébastien, my pendant also looks a lot like Jesus, don’t you think?” Around 2 a.m., Malcolm McLaren—an intime of Yaz’s—showed up, along with art director Marc Ascoli and his wife, Rue du Mail designer Martine Sitbon. “Yaz was my design intern when she was about 20,” Sitbon said. “She had short, spiky, tomboy hair, and she looked like an Egyptian punk back then. She has the same wicked energy now, only it’s so much more feminine.”

Photo: Courtesy of Yazbukey

Blasblog: The French Are Coming (to the Bowery)!

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You know, I was just thinking, now that Le Baron has set up a permanent outpost in Tokyo and done pop-ups in Miami during Art Basel, why hasn’t André Saraiva moved on to New York turf? Sure, he has his hooks in the hipster crowd with Beatrice Inn, but surely the cool kids—with their top hats and skinny jeans and messy hair—would be up for some more Le Baron fun during the New York collections. Well, wouldn’t you know it, Le Baron’s master of ceremonies is bringing three nights of hedonism to our fair city, courtesy of the Bowery Hotel, Le Baron, and Purple magazine’s Olivier Zahm. Last night was the temporary club’s debut, and its Parisian counterpart’s trademark fluorescent lights lit up Paul Sevigny’s DJ booth. (Friday night’s mixer is Mark Ronson, while James Murphy and his crew take over on Saturday.) When pressed for more details via e-mail, André responded that the party’s goal was to “[inject] New York nightlife with the spirit of Paris and the crystal-clear promise of vodka.” Not a bad ambition, that.

 

 

Photo: Eugene Mim / PatrickMcMullan.com