5 posts tagged "Luella Bartley"
Recession scorecard: girly Brit department. Luella Bartley announced today that Luella has stopped trading after its global licensee withdrew its investments in the label. Even more heartbreaking? Spring 2010 orders will not be filled. [Vogue U.K.]
Alicia Keys is hiding messages in her new (and first) line of jewelry, created in collaboration with Gisèle Theriault. The affirmations are courtesy of Dr. Masaru Emoto, the controversial Japanese author of The Hidden Messages in Water. How positively metaphysical. [WWD]
Madonna is not meeting Jesus’ parents on her upcoming trip to Brazil. Yeah, that was a really great sentence to write. [Page Six]
The 25th anniversary of the British Fashion Awards is upon us, and the British Fashion Council has created a new award for “an individual who embodies the spirit of London and who is an ambassador for the capital’s fashion industry.” Yes, fashion really is like high school. [Telegraph U.K.]
Nirvana, for sunglasses fanatics, is to be found in a converted schoolhouse in the Clerkenwell area of London. That’s where the Linda Farrow archives are housed—a few filing cabinets’ worth of specs dating from the origins of the Linda Farrow brand in the late 1960′s. Aviators of all shapes and sizes and superbly wacky ’80′s frames in iridescent metal and candy-colored plastic number among the styles that Simon Jablon found in his mother’s warehouse several years ago. The trove inspired him to launch the Linda Farrow Vintage brand in 2003. Initially, Jablon and partner Tracy Sedino were selling off the archive; these days, they’re working to augment it. The brand is already a profligate collaborator, working with Raf Simons, Luella Bartley, Veronique Branquinho, and Jeremy Scott, to name a few, and with the launch of the new Projects range this summer, Linda Farrow Vintage will
be bringing yet more designers into its fold. “We’ve always loved working with young, creative designers,” explains Jablon, “because every time we do, we learn something. They’re constantly bringing us ideas that seem impossible to execute.” Projects comprise styles from designers such as Giles, Tim Hamilton, Antonio Berardi, Charles Anastase, and Preen. As Jablon notes, additional designers may be added to the Projects roster in seasons to come. And in the meantime, he and Sedino have combined the very new and the very, very, very, very old in the latest Linda Farrow Vintage frame—the Mammoth. This limited-edition addition to the archive features—seriously—woolly mammoth tusk. “We’re only doing 100 pieces,” says Jablon. “The melting of the polar ice caps has exposed quite a lot of mammoth tusk, enough that a bit of it has found its way to market, but the bottom line,” he adds, “is that you can only produce so many sunglasses that are over a million years old.”
As far as sweeping up British fashion awards go, 2008 was a good year to be a girl and/or in shoes. Luella Bartley, London fashion’s homecoming queen (she came back from New York a couple of seasons ago), took the chunk of Swarovski crystal labeled Designer of the Year; Louise Goldin competed against Danielle Scutt and the (female and identical) Felder Felder twins to scoop up the Emerging Designer prize; and Tamara Mellon accepted the Designer Brand of the Year for turning Jimmy Choo into an internationally recognized synonym for sex on improbably vertiginous stilettos. The Model of the Year award went to Jourdan Dunn, who, having beat out Lily Donaldson and Agyness Deyn, cried and thanked everyone, but most importantly, Vogue Italia‘s Franca Sozzani, who put the West London 18-year-old on one of the covers of what became this year’s mega-magazine sensation, the Black Issue. As for triumphal cobblers, Rupert Sanderson came away with the Accessory award and Nicholas Kirkwood collected the trophy in the Emerging class. Perhaps the biggest outpouring of love, though, went to Stephen Jones, who was treated to a standing ovation for being such a genius milliner and general engine of fashion creativity since the eighties. Receiving the Outstanding Achievement award, he was, appropriately enough, crowned with a black coronet of his own design, and set off wearing it at a jaunty angle to enjoy the rest of the night with L’Wren Scott, Michael Howells, and a motley entourage of adoring young designer fans.
Natalie Portman—not exactly Hollywood’s panty-problem poster child—is not a total goody-goody, either. When it comes to celibacy, the actress, who turned down a role as a nun, just doesn’t get it. Good to know.
Awards season may be at risk again. People, can you not work these things out before red-carpet time?