This year’s little movie that could is shaping up to be Precious, the inspirational tale of a supremely disadvantaged teenager in eighties Harlem. The curious crowd that dropped by last night’s Cinema Society screening for a preview included Donna Karan, Agyness Deyn, and Tommy Hilfiger, the evening’s sponsor.
Sure, it’s a big deal now. But before the game-changer known as Oprah, who signed on as executive producer after the indie film’s Sundance triumph, the fate of Precious was less than certain. “I didn’t know if it would just end up on Netflix, with us having the premiere at my mother’s house,” cast member Paula Patton said before the screening, which took place at the Crosby Street Hotel. She was in a buoyant mood, despite a dress that looked just about ready to pop. “It’s too tight to find out, but we’re pretty sure it’s Tadashi Shoji,” Patton joked.
Mariah Carey, Lenny Kravitz, and (in a bravura turn that’s surprised just about everyone) Mo’Nique round out the cast. Although none of them came by last night, the film’s breakout star, Gabby Sidibe, cruised through the after-party, and Colin Powell (not exactly a regular at movie premieres) made a surprise visit. What does it mean when a little movie comes with so many big names? “It means the movie better show and prove,” offered Terrence Howard. Judging from the responsive audience last night, this one is doing both.
By the time Paris fashion week arrives, editors and models alike are suffering from sore feet, fried hair, and perhaps one too many swigs of Champagne. The solution? No, it’s not more under-eye concealer; it’s serious beautification—from your abs to your aura. We scoured the City of Light for the best places to rejuvenate, refresh, and—just in time for that intimate Chanel dinner on the 10th—impress.
Ever wondered who French fashion PRs turn to when they need to pull it together for fashion week? Delphine Courteille, a longtime protégée of hair maestro Odile Gilbert—with whom she is working backstage this season at Lagerfeld Gallery, Hermès, Rykiel, Vanessa Bruno, and Nina Ricci, among others—has spent the past decade traveling the world for fashion shows, photo shoots, and private customers. In late December, Courteille opened a place to call her own. “The name Studio 34 comes from all the ideas I pick up from shows and shoots,” she told Style.com. Fellow backstage stars—makeup artist Rafael Pita (brother of Orlando) and manicurist Marcea Gomes—are on hand to help her realize the vision, as is color virtuoso Jean-Luc Fouillade, formerly of Christophe Robin. Rates: €150 euros (about $190) for a haircut, €200 (about $255) for une grande transformation.
34 rue du Mont Thabor, Paris, www.delphinecourteille.com, firstname.lastname@example.org.
Paris has never been known for a workout scene to rival its American counterparts, but L’Usine has set out to change all that. Just look at its roster of clients: Marc Jacobs, Diane Kruger, Rick Owens, and Lenny Kravitz all keep fit here when they’re in town. The chic chocolate and bronze decor, comfortingly discreet ambience, and that ever elusive commodity—towel service worthy of the name—make L’Usine the city’s top sweatshop. Following the flagship’s success, the L’Usine team opened a second venue in January near the Centre Pompidou. During fashion week, a €40 daily fee grants open access to all facilities and classes, so fitness junkies can spin, stretch, and pump to their heart’s content. One caveat: Membership is full up at the original space, so head to the new Beaubourg location for easiest access and best hours.
8 rue de la Michodière (original space), and 16-20
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While scores of D-listers have successfully descended on the prêt-à-porter shows (being a footballer’s wife or the sister of a famous musician is enough to get the flashbulbs popping), at least one real celebrity experienced door drama today. The numbers at Rick Owens were so tight that security guards wouldn’t let Lenny Kravitz in. Despite pleas of “but it’s Lenny Kravitz” from publicists, they refused. He eventually sneaked in through a side entrance, but Paris Vogue editors—with the exception of Carine Roitfeld—were left out in the cold.