315 posts tagged "Marc Jacobs"
Maybe the St. Lucia sun melted her cares away, but Amy Winehouse showed up for court in London yesterday looking a bit, well, unkempt in an ill-fitting Roland Mouret-knockoff suit, dirty ballet flats, and a ragged ‘do. Maybe that’s not so surprising, but the question is: What’s appropriate court attire? We’ve seen Michael Jackson, may he rest in peace, in pajamas and Courtney Love looking like she picked up the first things she found on the floor. Then there was Nicole Richie channeling Audrey Hepburn in an L.B.D., Jackie O shades, and Louboutin pumps facing DUI charges in 2007. Our favorite has to be Winona Ryder. Her ladylike Marc Jacobs dresses, prim cardigans, and cute headbands could very well have contributed to that not-guilty verdict. Any others we’re missing?
Tired of hearing the two words “concept store”? Well, you may just be re-energized by the latest installment of such from London. “Up until now, so many fantastic props from fashion shoots, shows, and ad campaigns wound up in storage, back to the taxidermist, or even chucked,” said photographer Nick Knight at today’s viewing of his new shop on Bruton Place—the retail expansion of his Web site SHOWstudio. “These are real pieces of art, so why not treat them as such?” There it is: the “concept” of the new shop, which happens to be strategically placed nearby the city’s Matthew Williamson, Stella McCartney, Marc Jacobs, and Rick Owens boutiques. Quite a departure for Knight. “It’s a career move I never counted on—it wasn’t in the plan,” he added. But then, who plans on selling seven-foot stuffed tigers (from an Alexander McQueen for Puma ad) or gigantic eyeballs (from a Karen Elson portfolio)? Among the other goodies are a skull-slashed Union Jack, whipped up by Galliano for a portrait of himself by Knight, and a lion’s head that was made for a Dior show in Versailles—an indication that this ain’t no flea market. The tiger goes for £50,000 (approximately $82,000) and the Galliano Union Jack is £25,000, while the eyeballs are a snip at around £3,000. “It’s not like buying an It bag, to be sure,” said Knight. “But then how often do you get the chance to buy not just art but real fashion history?”
If you spend enough time with designers, you quickly realize that many of them can’t resist test-driving the wares on which they’re currently working. In terms of fashion’s time-space continuum, that means they’re wearing today what they’ll be selling to you a year from now. At her first official trunk show last night at Tribeca’s Renwick Gallery—a double billing with her friend Megan Marrin’s jewelry line M. Graves—the talented young bag lady Katherine Fleming had such a piece tucked under her arm: a slightly oversized envelope in navy snake streaked with gray stripes. Season: Spring 2010. Fleming happily spilled that it will be priced very reasonably for an exotic skin—around $500. (I would definitely put that trip to Barneys or Opening Ceremony on your calendar!) In fact, Fleming’s upcoming spring range will feature quite a few pieces hovering around that sweet spot price, and without forsaking quality, either. “I’m still making everything in Italy,” Fleming explained. “I think it’s still possible to do that. I don’t want to move to China like everyone else.” Into the more distant future for Fleming is footwear. “I’m dying to do shoes,” she said. “But we want to wait until we’re in the right place and have the right partner.” Though that hasn’t stopped the shoe obsessive from sketching her interlocking-K logo into teetering sandals. But who designed the bondage-y black pair she wore last night with her ultrachic navy Marc Jacobs dress? “They’re from Zara,” she confessed, having bought them while in Florence for her Parsons’ schoolmates Jack McCollough and Lazaro Hernandez’s show at Pitti W. “I’ve never gotten so many compliments on a pair of shoes,” Fleming added. “Even Lazaro asked me about them.”
Bernie Madoff was sentenced to 150 years yesterday for his Ponzi plot. Yeah, that’s about as bad as it gets. [NYT]
The Prada transformer morphed into its latest iteration this week: movie theater. If you can’t make it to Seoul for screenings of Last Year at Marienbad or Werner Herzog’s Aguirre, the Wrath of God, this review of the space will have to do. [The Daily Beast]