4 posts tagged "Libertine"
At Target, GO Comes Back

Hard to imagine it now, but there was a time before fast fashion/designer collaborations. (It was a mythical year called…2003.) The meeting of high-end designer and mass retailer has changed the way we shop, and none more than Target, whose designer collab series, GO International, celebrates its fifth year in 2011. To celebrate, it’s digging back through the archive and re-releasing dresses from its now-unavailable collections gone by; the 34-piece collection will draw on GO lines by Proenza Schouler, Luella Bartley, Libertine, Rogan, Richard Chai, Rodarte, and more. The company’s remaining tight-lipped about what will be produced until February 2011, but if we’ve got any powers to persuade, we have a few suggestions for dresses we’d be happy to see—and even wait on line for!—a second time around.
Above: Rogan for Target; Rodarte for Target; Thakoon for Target.
blasblog: a pretty gilded evening
As I am a sucker for anything resembling an English country club, it was a very sad day when I missed last week’s opening party for the new Libertine restaurant in the Gild Hall hotel. Not only did it have the rarest host committee I’ve seen in a while—no girls at all (sorry Tinsley) and chock-full of New York’s coolest guys, both married (Andres Santo Domingo and Jon Ylvisaker) and eligible (Diego Garcia and Alex von Furstenberg)—but I’m a sucker for a free meal. So last night, when the Thompson’s Jason Pomeranc said he was having a few friends down to the Financial District restaurant for a tasting and second look, I jumped at the chance. Tara Subkoff, Jen Brill, Mathew Mellon, Dori Kooperman, Rachel Zoe’s husband Roger Berman and her assistant Taylor, Fabiola Beracasa, and Rebekah McCabe filed in for the Potato Smashies (salmon under potatoes beaten to death with caviar), mini cheeseburgers, mini lobster rolls, and the oh-so-English mushy peas. Regardless of the menu, however, in this now rather dark, vacant part of the city, conversation couldn’t help but veer toward last week’s hullabaloo in the stock market. “We’re doing OK here, because we’re new and we have an ambience and we do a great lunch,” Pomeranc told me. “But after reading that New York Times piece this weekend, part of me thinks that I should just take the restaurant out and make the whole thing a bar.” Following the meal, a few of the guests ventured to a private studio in the West Village to see an extended version of Subkoff’s film noir short Fame Fatale, starring her collection for mall giant Bebe, Lydia Hearst, and Aubrey O’Day in a lesbian makeout session outside nightclub Butter. With a special thanks that read like an Oscar telecast (Spike Jonze, Carrie Fisher, etc.), actress/designer Subkoff seemed proud to show off her finished product, and proud that she may be adding another slash to her business card: director. “That was two and a half months in the editing room,” she sighed. “But I loved every minute of it.”

