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August 2 2014

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21 posts tagged "Lorenzo Martone"

Quiet On The Set, Please, Someone’s Butt Is Getting Bit

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Club Monaco has leapt into spring with help from an old hand, 80-year-old photographer Bert Stern. The lensman—best known for his photographs of Marilyn Monroe—shot the brand’s latest campaign, and blowups of the resulting black-and-white images loomed over the party Club Monaco threw last night at its Fifth Avenue boutique.

Known as a creator of classy, feminine photographs but not necessarily as a people person, Stern spent most of the evening downstairs in the quieter men’s department; upstairs, the swirl included jewelry designer Eddie Borgo and style documentarians Scott Schuman and Garance Doré. Lorenzo Martone found himself toting around Jessica White’s bag while she did some shopping. “Light-colored things,” White (pictured, right) explained. “I like very dark colors, but I’m going to lighten up my hair for the springtime—it’s going to be a reddish-brown. So it’s about soft, neutral colors.”

While her friend and fellow model Irina Shayk (pictured, left) wandered off with the personal shopper they were sharing, White recounted getting in trouble not so long ago for racy pictures leaked from the set of the latest Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Issue. “We did a sandwich position where the photographer and the makeup artist were biting my buttocks. People took it really seriously. I had to make a public statement. So now I won’t allow people to take photographs on set anymore. They can’t photograph me getting my butt bit,” she explained. Presumably, that’s never been an issue for Stern.

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Ruffian’s Heirs Apparent

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“Simplicity looks fresh again,” Ruffian’s Claude Morais said at the Ace Hotel last night. He and partner Brian Wolk were sipping Champagne in the hotel’s basement Liberty Lounge to celebrate the arrival of Threads & Heirs, their debut menswear collection for Macy’s. And even if the goods were not quite what you’d expect from the frills-and-frips Ruffian boys, the guys assembled—including Lorenzo Martone, who came on the arm of Jessica White; Paper magazine’s Luigi Tadini, who hosted the fête (pictured above, with Wolk and Morais); and Timo Weiland—all looked well pleased. “We’re pretty classic American boys,” Wolk told Style.com at the announcement of the collaboration with the historic retailer, and here were classic American pieces: seersucker jackets, short-sleeved cotton button-downs, military-inspired flak jackets. Classic boys, maybe, but not boys-only. “I have a rack of pieces in the studio and I have to keep asking them to send me more,” Morais said with a laugh. “The girls keep grabbing the polos, the cardigans.” As if on cue, a Ruffian gal in a striped men’s polo floated by.

Photo: Adriel Reboh/PatrickMcMullan.com

The Quiet—No, Really—Marc Jacobs After-Party

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“Friends and family only,” Marc Jacobs explained about his (mostly) employees-only after-party. (Well, employees, friends, and Patrick McMullan photogs. Some things are sacrosanct.) “I really wanted to focus on that, and on the collection, which I’m very proud of.” Just a few seasons ago, the Marc Jacobs front row was the celebrity magnet, and the eyes tended to linger longer on Uma and Lindsay and Helena than on the clothes. But the shows have gotten small—and more punctual—and this season, Jacobs banned celebrities from attending full-stop. It only makes sense that the party (in days past, the bacchanal of the week) was a quiet affair at Boom Boom: no press lines, no scandal.

The collection was a rousing success, and after working so diligently on it—I’ve heard that even Jacobs himself has been known to pull all-nighters and sleep on the floor of his Soho office when it comes to putting together the show—he and his staff looked keen to party. Marc plopped into a seat in front of one of the LCD screens; show closer Jamie Bochert held court with her fiancé, Michael Pitt; Rachel Zoe sat with Robert Duffy; and Angela Lindvall passed mini burgers with André Balazs. All in all, it was one of the chicest office parties I’ve ever seen. It was good that everyone was letting their hair down on this one night, as it would soon be back to business.”Tomorrow I start on the next one,” Jacobs smiled.

Photo: Billy Farrell / PatrickMcMullan.com

The Bum-rush

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Fashion is as much about taking clothes off as putting them on—recall Coco Chanel’s famous diktat to remove one item before leaving the house—and two parties last night paid tribute to stylish undress. They may own The Smile, but Carlos Quirarte and Matt Kliegman opted to rent out the West Side Gentlemen’s Club, on a particularly unpicturesque strip of the West Side Highway, for their Valentine’s Day party. (They co-hosted the fête with nouveau smut mag Jacques and Evisu, where Quirarte is advising the creative director, his friend and former Earnest Sewn compatriot Scott Morrison.) They’d flown in a couple of strippers from Tampa—don’t ask us why that particular metropolis—who performed on the pole for the viewing pleasure of Waris Ahluwalia, Jared Leto, and Mary-Kate Olsen. The music came courtesy of DJs Nate Lowman and Cassie Coane, and the emceeing, courtesy of Justin Theroux, who had a particular knack for shot-calling, it turned out. (“That is some Sarah Lawrence shit!” he boomed during one particularly advanced-studies move.) “I think it was when Justin started announcing ‘Amateur Night’ that things went overboard,” mused Quirarte early this morning, on his way to bed. “But that’s just me.”

Meanwhile, those of a different persuasion were heading to the Chelsea nightclub Rush for Butt magazine’s 28th issue party, hosted by Lorenzo Martone and Keke Okereke. Bring on the go-go boys! Those boys brought boys like Hamish Bowles, Michael Stipe, video artist Kalup Linzy, and Bravo’s Andy Cohen. They were rumored to be luring the week’s prize catch, too: Lady Gaga, who was said to be coming on the arm of Terence Koh. “I’ve been in this city for 20 years hearing rumors that Madonna was going to show up to every other party,” Cohen told us. “Now it’s Gaga’s turn to give the false alarm.” The Lady never showed, but no matter. It was more of a gentlemen’s evening.

Photo: Zach Hyman/Patrick McMullan

Did We Just Find Out Marc Jacobs’ Valentine’s Day Plans?

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We’re still waiting on details about Marc Jacobs’ after-party, but his other half, Lorenzo Martone, is getting behind events left and right this New York fashion week. His PR and talent agency, ARC New York, is throwing a bash to end the week on the 18th, but before then he’s hosting a Butt magazine Valentine’s Day dance party with cover boy Kele Okereke that he promises will be full of “hot men.” It’s hot chicks, or more specifically, one hot chick named Iris Strubegger, who will be the draw at the dinner he’s hosting on February 12 at the Box for Ruffian designers Brian Wolk and Claude Morais. The catwalker stars alongside vintage Ruffian designs in a new short film, La Demimondaine, by director Sandro Suppnig, that will be screened post-repast.