April 19 2014

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301 posts tagged "Marc Jacobs"

Blasblog: New York Was Back to Business; What of the Rest of the Cities?


William Rast and Marc Jacobs put on such timely shows this season that more than one editor was confronted with a closed door on arrival. At Oscar de la Renta, several chairs were vacant when the show began, due to its relatively timely 15-minute-late start. In fact, I didn’t go to a single show that was more than half an hour late this season. Now that we’re not living in a flush economy, are we treating fashion shows more like meetings and less like, well, social hour? I’m interested to see how this trend will play out in London, a city plagued in the past with a spread-out schedule and big delays. Perhaps the more industry-oriented Milan will feel the heat; but what about Paris? I guess, pun intended, only time will tell.


Three Pairs of Manolos Instead of Six: Todd Hanshaw’s Vegas Shopping Stories


A month ago, Vegas mogul Steve Wynn opened Encore, his new $2.3 billion hotel and casino. Attached to the Wynn, which set a new standard for Vegas luxury when it opened in 2005, Encore is in many ways an attempt to turn it up yet another notch. Its 11 brand-new boutiques include an ultraluxe Chanel and the world’s first stand-alone Rock & Republic. We know: crazy, right? We asked Wynn Resorts fashion director Todd Hanshaw to explain himself. The former retail director for Genny Group and director of stores for Marc Jacobs did so, happily, and in the process told us about recession-proof Nicholas Kirkwoods (in crocodile, no less) and the spending habits of the rich and richer.

It’s Sunday! You’re working?
I’m in Encore right now. The Wynn has its own magazine and today we’re shooting it. We’re talking about fashion as art and we just finished a shot of the Botero statue in the middle of Botero, the restaurant.

Fashion and art. A decade ago, it would have been hard to imagine either in Vegas. How is the fashion scene different now and how does Wynn fit into it?
In our hotels there are people from all over the world. They know what’s going on and they have a very high taste level. I think the biggest problem here for a lot of people is stores talking down to them. There is a lot in the world beyond Cavalli and Dolce & Gabbana.

Still, though, you’re not exactly selling clothes you’d find on Madison Avenue.
This is a resort, and this is a vacation. We’re not a place where someone is shopping for the black suit they’re wearing Monday through Friday. We’ve really made our mark in the market for having things that are special. Nobody in Vegas is going to make money selling things people can have anywhere else in the world. Continue Reading “Three Pairs of Manolos Instead of Six: Todd Hanshaw’s Vegas Shopping Stories” »

Blasblog: Welcome Back, Ladies


Some of my favorite moments from the fashion week that was were seeing so many old-school supermodels back on the runway: Tasha Tilberg, Hannelore Knuts, Natasa Vojnovic, and Trish Goff at Alexander Wang; Diana Dondoe and Jamie Bochert at Marc Jacobs (Bochert surfaced at Rodarte, too); and Carmen Kass, who opened Michael Kors, followed by Frankie Rayder and, later, Caroline Ribeiro. I asked Douglas Perrett, a New York-based casting agent who chronicles his placements on cult-fave site
Confessions of a Casting Director, if he thought we might be harking back to pre-recession faces for nostalgia’s sake. “Totally,” he said, adding that Ana Claudia Michels is having a Givenchy moment right now, and Jenny Shimizu will be a judge on Bravo’s Make Me a Supermodel. “We are indebted [to] the nineties right now,” noted Perrett. Earlier in the week, I caught up with Tilberg, who said she can’t help but be flattered by the attention. “Alex [Wang] said such nice things to me,” she recounted, “so it was fun to come back to New York and do another show—but one or two is enough. I don’t miss all that chaos.” Perrett doesn’t think the trend will continue in the next few weeks, however. “I think Europe will be all about the new faces,” he predicts. What do you think, Style Filers? Do you want to see more old-school supes in the weeks to come?

Photo: Marcio Madeira

Morning Musings (And Muses) At The Met


“A good model can advance fashion ten years.” That was Marc Jacobs quoting Yves Saint Laurent this morning at the Met, where the designer, Vogue‘s Anna Wintour, the Costume Institute’s Harold Koda, and the museum’s new director, Thomas P. Campbell, were gathered for a press conference about the upcoming exhibition The Model as Muse: Embodying Fashion. Mannequins from Dovima and Suzy Parker to Twiggy and Veruschka to Naomi, Christy, Linda, and Cindy will be represented in the show. But Jacobs, of course, was talking about Kate Moss, whose first New York runway appearance was his ground-breaking grunge collection of 1992 for Perry Ellis. “She gave a face to that time, as she’s come to define many moments since,” he said. As it turns out, though, it almost didn’t happen. We caught up with the designer on the museum’s steps, where he told us that Moss was so sick the day of his show, they had to arrange a special dressing room for her. “She didn’t want to let me down,” he said. “Even in pain, she stuck it out and did the show. It was something that brought us together.” Come May 4, they’ll be together again, along with Justin Timberlake (one of the evening’s co-hosts), at the Costume Institute’s Party of the Year. Start angling for your ticket now.

Photo: Courtesy of Peter Lindbergh

Blasblog: Wait, Was That Blur the Marc Jacobs Show?


What I love about Marc Jacobs is that he’s truly a man of extremes. One day he’s a little pudgy, with a messy ponytail and nerdy sunglasses, and the next he’s a tanned, buff, handsome man-magnet in a miniskirt. This penchant for a full-throttle attitude showed up last night at his show, which didn’t start on time—oh, no, it started early. Five minutes, to be exact. This from the man that once kept us fashion folks at bay for hours and hours for his wares. (I’ll never forget one of those waits: At one show, I somehow I found myself with NY1′s George Whipple, the man of the dominant brows, literally on my lap.) I arrived at 7:53 p.m., and before I could even take a lap of the single front row (though I did manage to clock a very furry moment between Carine Roitfeld and Cecilia Dean, both in huge, fluffy chubby coats), there was an announcement that the show was starting. Cue a mad scramble to the seats, about a fifth of which went empty when the show officially began, leaving more than one editor-in-chief either out in the cold or penned into a makeshift standing area near the front. It was dark, then out came the girls. And then, just like that, it was over. At 8:06 p.m. We were out by 8:10 p.m. I guess when Jacobs puts his mind to something, he doesn’t stop until he’s done it. This season he was timely. And those that weren’t missed out.