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August 23 2014

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21 posts tagged "Le Baron"

Blasblog From Miami: Pardon The Error, But Le Baron Is Basel’s Beatrice Inn

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Earlier I erroneously suggested that the Raleigh hotel’s backyard was the Beatrice Inn of this year’s Art Basel Miami. I am now reporting that as an error. (My bad.) Sure, the Oasis, as the André Balazs-owned hotel calls its sandy post-pool area, is a hot spot: Visionaire‘s party last night was just as good as Deitch Projects’ fête the night before, if not better. But when it comes to the bawdy, smoky hedonism that the Beatrice prides itself on, it’s not about the open area and iconic pool. Nah, to get all of the above we’d have to go to the pop-up Le Baron nightclub in the Delano Hotel. (This kind of makes sense, since Beatrice and Le Baron are related in that same-club-owner kind of way.) Thursday night was the most fun, sweatiest dance party yet. Somehow, through the haze, I made it to the hippest Art Basel table. From left to right, I ID’ed artist Hanna Liden and her DJ ladyfriend Rachel Chandler; artist Nate Lowman and his ladyfriend Mary-Kate Olsen (seen here with Ryan McGinley earlier in the evening); then Aaron Young, Neville Wakefield, and Interview‘s Christopher Bollen. Dancing in front of them—to the weirdest mash-up of music I’ve ever heard, spanning techno, Ting Tings, Beyoncé, and Frank Sinatra—was Fabiola Beracasa, Katie Lee Joel, and Nylon‘s Dani Stahl. (I’m sure there were people elsewhere in the club, but once you get a seat at a place like this, you don’t give it up!) At one point Pharrell, who is making cameos at nearly every party in town and hosting a dinner with Parisian retail outlet Colette tomorrow night, came over to have a chat with Ms. Olsen. It might have had something to do with a mutual respect of Murakami, but I couldn’t hear. I think that’s when Sinatra’s “New York, New York” was blaring.

Photo: Patrick McMullan/PatrickMcMullan.com

Thomsen’s Shirt Story: Be Like Birkin

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“It’s about wearing one of our shirts with a pair of jeans and loose hair and having the grace of Jane Birkin,” says Paris-based stylist Alix Thomsen, the female force behind Thomsen, a new unisex line of shirts. “The prints are classic but at the same time they’re joyful and poetic, you know?” Oui, oui. Thomsen recently launched the brand with her boyfriend, French nightclub impresario Lionel Bensemoun (André’s partner in Le Baron and Paris Paris), and friend Franck Cohen. The designer trio has established quite the reputation thanks to a circle of famous friends who wear their debut 30-piece collection around the City of Light. Along with shirts, which will sell at around $165, the range includes an ankle-length skirt, priced around $330, because as Thomsen explains, “They’re so difficult to find these days.” The single aberration from a shirt-centric worldview begs the question: Are accessories and more clothes in the offing? “Oh yes,” says Thomsen. “But for now we’re taking the time to master our craft before anything else. If we can just find some stockists around the world and be sure our shirts will be worn by cool, easy people, then we’ll be happy.” Colette has picked up the line for spring, which bodes well for Thomsen’s wish.

Photo: Courtesy of Alix Thomsen

blasblog from paris: the le baron-regine express

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Before I came to Paris I was told by very reliable sources that this season’s hot spot would be Régine’s, the storied dance club that’s reached by descending two flights of mirrored staircases. Specifically, I was told it would be this season’s Le Baron, a reference to the smoky club on Avenue Marceau that was the place to be during the Fall collections. Well, I can now report that while Régine’s is officially a hot spot (I’ve been there every night, embarrassingly enough, and have witnessed everyone from Harvey Weinstein to Camilla Al Fayed to Anouck Lepère hitting the dance floor; it’s also where Mary-Kate Olsen made her first Paris fashion week appearance late Tuesday), the club has not exactly replaced Le Baron in popularity. Le Baron owner (and Beatrice Inn partner) André, who took over the lease at Régine’s a month ago, has decided to make it the official post-Baron destination. “It was the weirdest thing on Monday night: It was decided that it was time to go to Régine’s from Le Baron, and everyone just got up and walked out,” Jessica Stam remembered of the Purple magazine party at Le Baron earlier in the week. It was no casual migration: Purple magazine staffers were even shuttling taxis to make sure there were no clubbing casualties. After the Balenciaga party at Le Baron on Tuesday night, once again, all cars headed to Régine’s. “I’m surprised he didn’t get the doubledecker bus again,” Irina Lazareanu said. Well, the week isn’t over yet.

Photo: Francois Durand/Getty Images

paris fashion week: balenciaga’s resident aliens

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Balenciaga pulled off the stealth fashion party of the week on Tuesday night with an under-the-radar gathering at Le Baron. On the stroke of midnight, the diminutive boîte suddenly swelled with in-crowd guests such as Natalia Vodianova (in an ice-blue draped number) and husband Justin Portman, Zoë Kravitz, Purple‘s Olivier Zahm, Julia Restoin-Roitfeld, Pierre Hardy, Michael Roberts, Hamish Bowles, and club co-founder André Saraiva—who is not only an artist and nightclub impresario but also a newly minted designer himself. Vodianova, whose sole Paris appearance was for Balenciaga, rhapsodized over Nicolas Ghesquière’s collection in a very literary way: “Nicolas always creates the perfect mix between aliens and female beauty,” she said. “They were exciting, cosmic clothes. They reminded me of the Tolstoy novel Aelita, about two guys who travel to Mars and discover aliens—and there’s a love story. It’s very Nicolas, I have to send it to him!”

Photo: SGP

a day in the life of: jen brill, photo agent/girl-about-downtown

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Monday, September 29

8 a.m.

Wake up, order coffee, shower, dress. I’m in Paris for the opening of a group show I’ve co-curated with Aaron Bondaroff at Colette. Aaron, who’s sharing his 300-square-foot room with about five other people, is still asleep. I wake them up to ask for an adapter for my cell phone (yikes). I can barely keep my eyes open after a mixture of a late-night at Le Baron and jet lag.

10 a.m.

I arrive at Colette to meet with Sarah Lerfel and to finish installing the show. Things look amazing. The first piece that you see when you walk in is Jim Goldberg’s Confiscated Objects, from his book Raised by Wolves. The print is gorgeous! It’s one of my favorite pieces in the show and I’m thrilled that he’s given it to us to exhibit. Hanna Liden, Leigh Ledare, Kon Trubkovich, Adam McEwen, Rita Ackermann, Richard Kern, Dash Snow, Dan Colen, Aurel Schmidt, Jack Pierson, and Neck Face are some of the 30 artists in the show.


11 a.m.

Aaron is still sleeping.


2:30 p.m.

We finish up at the shop and I walk to Café Flore to meet friends for a snack. No cabs (go figure), so I have no choice but to walk. I bump into a French friend on a motorcycle who I hope is going to offer me a ride to the Boulevard Saint-Germain—but he doesn’t, so I keep walking. I pass the Hôtel de Crillon, where I see gorgeous women in gorgeous fur coats. Only in Paris would you see women in fur in 60-degree weather. Très faboo. I’m wearing a T-shirt.


4:15 p.m.

Finish lunch and meet up with a girlfriend to pick up some tights from Fogal. She gets a call from a friend who’s with a “nurse” who is giving vitamin B injections (how French). We jump into the car and go to the Plaza Athenée. The nurse has left but she’s coming back. We order coffees but I decide to skip the injection and leave.


4:30 p.m.

Aaron finally wakes up.


5:45 p.m.

I’m back at my room and am getting ready for the opening. I’m tired and a bit nervous! This is the first time I’ve curated a show and I want everything to be perfect. With my fingers crossed I take a bath and listen to videos on European MTV, including Madonna’s “Justify My Love” and “Informer” by Snow.

7 p.m.

We leave for Colette. When we arrive, the shop is packed with people. Leave it to Sarah to attract such a j’adorable crowd! I have a bottle of “420″ water and eat a cookie that reads “I Love New York.”


9:30 p.m.

We all pile into a London cab belonging to my friend André, the unofficial prince de Paris, and go to one of his bars, Le Baron, for the show after-party and Purple magazine party.

9:45 p.m.

We arrive at Le Baron. André has ordered pizzas and they arrive “au cheval”—with a fried egg on top. Who knew that Parisians know how to make a pizza?


1 a.m.

We leave to go to Régine’s for the secret after-after-party. We spiral down three flights of mirrored glass and arrive to a Guy Bourdin portrait of the gorgeous night-life queen Régine herself! The discotheque is beautiful and has a dance floor that lights up. We laughed and we cried until it was time to go home.


4:30 a.m.

I hit the sheets.

Photo: Craig Arend/AltamiraNYC