August 31 2014

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21 posts tagged "Lorenzo Martone"

A Magical Start To New York Fashion Week


To make your party stand out from the rest during fashion week, it helps to have a few tricks up your sleeve—and A Small World chairman and man-about-town Patrick Liotard-Vogt certainly had one last night, in the form of magician David Blaine. All eyes (most of them very, very wide) were on the prestidigitator’s lightning-quick hands at the rooftop soirée, which raised funds for Liotard-Vogt’s F Cancer charity and had Blaine bending coins and performing other Jedi mind tricks for the likes of Maria Cornejo, Devon Aoki, and Anouck Lepère. “I know it’s all sleight-of-hand, but I can’t stop giggling like a little schoolgirl,” Waris Ahluwalia (left, with Blaine) admitted.

“If he could transport me to September 17, that would be the best trick,” suggested Lorenzo Martone, whose very busy coming week includes hosting after-parties for Ruffian on Thursday and L.A.M.B. on the 16th, and a Fashion Night Out fête with Carlos Miele. Really, Lorenzo, you’d want to skip all that? Consider us skeptical.

Photo: Courtesy of A Small World

Marc And Lorenzo No More, Stella’s New Look, Assessing Snooki, And More…


STOP THE PRESSES—or, well, the Twitter. Have Marc Jacobs and Lorenzo broken up? That’s what Mr. Martone tweeted, ending months of speculation. [Vogue U.K.]

Stella McCartney commissioned English artist Barry Reigate to reimagine her logo for her new Fall ad campaign, starring Natalia Vodianova (pictured). Stella’s now spelled out with balloons and accented with top hats and pumpkins. [WWD]

Further proof that it’s Jersey Shore‘s world, we’re just living in it: Cathy Horyn’s front-page Styles section profile of Nicole “Snooki” Polizzi, the elf-sized, be-poufed centerpiece of the reality show. (Meanwhile, NJ governor Chris Christie spent the weekend complaining that the Jersey Shore kids are just transplanted New Yorkers.) [NYT]

And speaking of befuddling performance-art phenomena: New York magazine tackles the enigma that is Gucci pitchman and General Hopsital artiste James Franco. [NY Mag]

Photo: Courtesy Photo

You May Be Ready For These Jellies


“This is the only way to have a party,” Erin Wasson announced last night, looking breezy in cream linen overalls at Milk Studios’ penthouse patio on the Hudson. Behind her, the sky had turned tangerine and yachts slid by on the purple water while Leigh Lezark and the MisShapes manned the DJ booth. “What better way to spend the evening than watching the sunset with a cocktail?”

Guests like Dree Hemingway, Cory Kennedy, Brian Wolk and Claude Morais of Ruffian, Carly Cushnie, and Michelle Ochs seemed to agree. Their host, the Brazilian plastic-sandal maker Melissa, was celebrating its new collaboration with Jean Paul Gaultier, who designed a rubbery stiletto, but he’s only the latest of many. A retrospective of 30 years of collaborative jelly footwear from guest designers past and present lined a few display vitrines. (Beyoncé, if you ever condescend to wear flats, you may like Thierry Mugler’s gold, genie-ish slip-on from the early eighties.) Nearby, a film by Lola Schnabel played against a studio scrim, and a piece by tattooer-turned-art-star Scott Campbell—a sheet of dollar bills, perforated by a heart—hung on a wall. It fluttered in the river breeze and Campbell, too, admired the view. “Every party should be like this,” he said. “They’ve spoiled us.”

Inside was the art, but outside was the action, where revelers sipped Champagne and cachaça cocktails. (The bravest accepted shots from circulating waiters.) Co-host Lorenzo Martone (with Hemingway, left), another successful Brazilian export, surveyed the crowd. “I guess I have really good friends,” he said. “It just makes sense to me—they are a summer brand and they haven’t had a party. I said, we need to have a party.” Irrefutable logic.

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Marc And Lorenzo Make A Commitment For Life


Scott Campbell is known for his canvases as much as his art—he’s the tattoo artist of choice for Marc Jacobs, Josh Hartnett, and Bruce Springsteen. But last night, he gave New York a look at work he’s done on other, non-human backdrops. Big sheets of dollar bills, hologram paintings, and copper-plate etchings (done with a high-tensile tattoo needle, naturally) are the stuff of If You Don’t Belong, Don’t Be Long, Campbell’s first New York solo show and the inaugural exhibition at Crosby Street’s new OHWOW gallery.

“It’s funny, people talk about tattoos and the first word that comes into their mind is ‘permanent,’ ” Campbell explained at Evisu’s after-party at the Trump Soho, where a very mixed crowd did its best to rid the recently unveiled luxury hotel’s third-floor event space of its new-carpet smell. (By a little after midnight, revelers had cleaned the place out of booze.) “But actually, tattoos are the most ephemeral medium that I work in. You do a tattoo and, you know, it goes and gets hit by a bus or gets sunburned.”

Now that the show’s up, Campbell can get back to the tattoo clients who had to cool their jets while he was preparing it. That includes Jacobs, who came to the opening with Lorenzo Martone. Far from having split, as recent rumors have suggested, he and Martone were thinking about getting couples’ ink. “They were talking about coming in and getting something together,” Campbell said.

Photo: Billy Farrell / Patrick McMullan

Minnie Mortimer’s Chicer Take On Flying Style


There’s nothing fancy about Minnie Mortimer’s MO.”I have a very strange plan, which is sort of no plan. I make whatever I feel like I want to wear,” the designer said last night at the launch of her Spring 2010 collection at Scoop in the Meatpacking District. That means men’s shirting, feminine silhouettes—a combination of ease and sexiness. “I live on the plane, I feel like, and that’s a big inspiration—everything sort of folds up and gets in your suitcase,” she explained. The L.A.-based, New York-raised designer is making clothes with bicoastal girls like herself in mind. That works for Miranda Kerr (pictured with Mortimer), who came by the store after a busy day of appointments, and brought her man, Orlando Bloom, to the dinner afterward that Scoop CEO Susan Davidson had organized for Mortimer and friends including Brian Atwood and Lorenzo Martone at the Standard Grill.

“The great thing about Minnie’s collection is that you just put it straight on and you’re ready to walk out the door,” Kerr offered. Kerr hadn’t literally thrown on her black and white striped jersey number in a cab, but she assured us she could have. “I have great skills with changing. Taking clothes on and off—that’s my job, baby.”

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