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Oh, the Places Lou Goes…


Lou Dillon performing at Le BaronToday, Lou Doillon drops her new album, Places in the United States. And last night, the singer-cum-model-cum-socialite Parisienne (who happens to be the daughter of Jane Birkin) proved her transatlantic star power, packing New York’s Le Baron to what felt like well beyond capacity with a glittery Euro-American crowd.

Taking the stage with but one guitarist, Doillon belted out a selection of new tracks from Places with a surprisingly American twang. She was soulful, clear, and melancholic, but still coolly detached in the way only a messy-haired Frenchwoman can be.

“I’ve been a fan of Lou’s for a really long time,” said Pamela Love, who hosted the event, which was part of Absolut Vodka’s Encore Sessions. Between embraces with Olivier Zahm, the designer added, “I love her style, everything about her, in addition to her music.” When pressed as to the presence of musical inspirations in her bohemian designs, Love replied, “Musicians almost always anchor my stylistic jump-offs—it’s the way they carry themselves.”

Photo: Jen Maler

Franco On Valentino—The Other One


James Franco’s mission for his latest Seven For All Mankind campaign was to meld old Hollywood and new. “The whole aesthetic approach of the campaign is based on the eternal hipness of the clothes,” Franco says. “We can do a meditation on old and new Hollywood at the same time because of the way the clothes fit into all eras.”

Old Hollywood is well represented by classic landmarks, including Hollywood Cemetary, Sunset Boulevard, and Mark Mahoney’s famous Shamrock tattoo parlor. New is represented by the diverse cast, including Lily Donaldson, Lou Doillon, Cody Horn, and Henry Hopper (a very direct connector of old Hollywood and new: he’s the son of the late Dennis Hopper). The roster is international (Doillon is French, Donaldson English) but Europeans have always found a happy home in Hollywood—just as the campaign’s inspiration, Rudolph Valentino, did. “He was the great sex symbol of the silent film era, so much so that some journalists wrote pieces about the general decline of masculinity and blamed Valentino’s suave effeminacy as the main cause,” Franco tells “But now, almost a hundred years later, we can champion the ambiguity of Valentino.” The campaign debuts exclusively on, as do a few behind-the-scenes shots. Look out for the accompanying Web video series shot by Franco on the brand’s YouTube channel July 26.

Photos: James Franco / Courtesy of Seven For All Mankind

Hey, Jalousie


Only in Paris could there be a magazine for It-girls-in-training called Jalouse. But it was only good feelings at La Fidelité last night at Jalouse Rocks, the mag’s annual music fest. André Saraiva, the evening’s impresario, staged the fête at his old-style dining hall in the 10th, and drew a crowd that included directors Zoe Cassavetes and Romain Gavras, Lou Doillon, Olivier Zahm, Dior Haute Joaillerie’s Victoire de Castellane, Yazbukey, Catherine Baba, Colette’s Sarah Lerfel, and bag lady Olympia Le-Tan. The only person missing, really, was Saraiva himself, who is in New York overseeing the finishing touches on his hotly anticipated Chinatown Le Baron.

No matter—here was plenty to discuss among the guests. “Roses” was the only clue de Castellane would give about Dior’s new precious bijoux, while Yazbukey revealed she plans to re-create an 1980′s-style African market to showcase her costume jewelry pieces during Couture. Catherine Baba, just back from the Venice Biennale, has a new fixation—the American poet John Giorno, who gave a reading in Venice at the Bauer Hotel. “He’s 85 and the most magnetic person I’ve ever encountered,” she gushed. The evening was a musical coming out for Lou Lesage, 20 (left), whose sulky pout has been imitated in the bathroom mirror by every teenage girl in France since she debuted in the mother/daughter flick Lol. Lesage performed songs from her EP, all written by her papa, Pierre Emery from French cult band Ultra Orange, but it was her kittenish take on Blondie’s “Rip Her to Shreds” that got those Jalouse girls, and the young men who love them, rocking.

Photos: Theo de Gueltzl

Tila March Takes To The Pool


The sun’s out in New York, half the world seems to be in California for Coachella (more on that to come), so no wonder we’ve got summer on the brain. It’s evidently on Tamara Taichman’s mind, too. The French Elle editor turned accessory designer behind Tila March has created her first swimwear line, available now from La Redoute, the French mail-order catalog. (Don’t raise an eyebrow: La Redoute has collaborated in the past with Yves Saint Laurent, Sonia Rykiel, Azzaro, and Robert Clergerie.) Taichman looked to Lou Doillon—who also models the new collection, above—for inspiration for the bikini and maillot styles. And to complete the look, she’s created—what else—two shoes, a wedge and a flat sandal. Now all we need is for the mercury to catch up with her.

Tila March for La Redoute is available at For more Tila March, be sure to check out the Fall 2011 Accessories Index .

Photo: Courtesy of La Redoute

London Parties For Fashion Week, With Dinner, Drinks, And A Few Well-Placed Torsos


You don’t get to much shopping in the course of a busy day of London fashion-week shows. But last night, two of the city’s marquee boutiques found another way to welcome fashion weekers to town: Over in Chelsea, Joseph was hosting dinner at the store’s Joe’s Café, and back in the center of town, Browns had set up shop in the Royal Academy vaults to celebrate the store’s launch of Club Monaco in the U.K.

First, dinner. Joseph served up a nicely British repast of beet carpaccio and sea bream, one partaken of by Charles Anastase, Pat McGrath, Tamara Mellon, and Katie Hillier, as well as acclaimed chef and British-cuisine cheerleader Mark Hix. Meanwhile, over at Browns, where the likes of Tracey Emin and Sophia Hesketh could be found, Hix’s team of mixologists from his pop-up Speak Easy were treating guests to high-class cocktails, including a dangerous dark-cherry-flavored concoction. The spirit at Browns was a bit more Frenchified: The party’s host was Lou Doillon (left), and Le Baron’s André Saraiva had hopped the Channel to deejay. Or perhaps the mood was more transcontinental, what with Club Monaco being an American-owned brand, and the after-party going down at London’s recently opened outpost of the Box. Welcome to the global village.

Best to down another cherry cocktail, stop thinking about geography, and start looking at the art decorating the scene. The Royal Academy vaults had never before been opened to a private event, and the sculpture-strewn space may have been the real star of last night’s party. Vaguely creepy and seriously cool was the general verdict, and designer Saloni Lodha, who had presented her collection the previous day, was already making plans to relocate her show to the Royal Academy next season. “You think they’d let me do it?” she mused, staring up at a bank of muscular stone torsos hanging off one wall. “I mean, I don’t even know how Browns managed to pull this off. I didn’t even know this was down here!” As Doillon might have noted, après moi, le deluge.

Photo: Joe Schildhorn/