August 20 2014

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Creativity In Blum


One of the perks of my job is participating in Thesis Week at Parsons. It’s amazing not only to see the students’ creativity—but also their own getups. Yesterday, a panel of industry “judges” including Carolina Herrera, Vogue‘s Meredith Melling Burke, and John Bartlett gathered to see about a dozen collections (out of about 170). We saw accomplished hand-painted and draped dresses, fluoro swimwear, and a goat-fur coat, but everyone left talking about Julia Blum’s lingerie line called Ardor. The designer (who sported an Amy Winehouse-style beehive pinned with flowers) was inspired by Nabokov’s Lolita. Her workmanship was fine, and the conceptions daring—we chose one of the tamer looks for Style File.

Photo: Julia Faye Blum

Blasblog: The Rodulfo Empire Lights Up


To the unfamiliar eye it may have seemed like a hodgepodge hostess committee: The New York Times‘ Karla Martinez, Gryphon’s Aimee Cho, and Vogue editor Meredith Melling Burke and contributing editor Lauren Santo Domingo. What were they all doing inviting people to midtown? For a candle launch? But for Alexa Rodulfo—the Mexico City-based go-to hair and makeup artist for chic New Yorkers—these were the four people that helped established her career in New York. Five years ago all four worked together in close quarters at Vogue, and all four put Rodulfo to work for front-of-book shoots and spread the word that Rodulfo was the beauty lady to turn to for anything from store parties to galas. “These are the girls that really made it possible for me,” Rodolfo said at last night’s cocktail party at Cho’s new studio, where a celebration was under way for Gryphon’s newest Rodulfo offering—a scented candle. “I am so indebted to them.” The feeling was mutual, because, as her frequently made-up faces—like Fabiola Beracasa and Zani Gugelmann—will tell you, Rodulfo’s is a one-stop shop for party glamour. “In Mexico we are not trained to just do the hair, or just do the makeup,” Rodulfo, who has her own salons back home, explained. “We are taught to do the whole thing and make the whole woman look beautiful.” Beracasa chimed in: “And now she’s going to make my apartment smell nice? Fantastic.” Rodulfo’s expansion plans don’t stop with wax: Next comes a fragrance, then a body wash, then a complete cosmetics line. “And then a deserted island and retirement,” Rodulfo teased. First, though, there are more pressing demands: the Fall ’09 collections. Outside of Gryphon’s Bryant Park studio the fashion week tents were already constructed. “Let the games begin,” Gugelman sighed.

Photo: Courtesy of Alexa Rodulfo

Blasblog: More Cocktails Than Collectibles At Elie Tahari


The annual Winter Antiques Show is one of my favorite events in Manhattan. It’s not because I’m decorating my apartment and looking for that perfect Louis XIV chifforobe (how many dressers does a girl really need these days?), but because I just love looking at old stuff. And every once in a while, you’ll find something great and affordable. Last year, for instance, I bought an issue of Look magazine from the early sixties with Elizabeth Taylor on the cover. The tagline: “Elizabeth Taylor Talks About Herself.” Oh, how I long for the days when cover lines were as blunt as a lead pipe. I still read that article every few months, by the way. Hearing Dame Liz say that she doesn’t think she’s particularly attractive does wonders for my self-esteem. But I digress. This year’s antiques show kicked off last night at the Elie Tahari store in Soho with a party for Young Collectors, drawing fellow fans of old stuff like Vogue‘s Meredith Melling Burke, Kipton Cronkite, and interiors guru Thom Filicia. But sadly, apart from those three, it seemed that most of the revelers, a crew composed of your basic store-party vixens, were more concerned with the cocktails of last night’s fête than the celebration of home decor of yesteryears. Mr. Tahari (whose lovely wife Rory is pictured here) held court in the middle of the filled-to-the brim store, quite possibly the most popular man in the room. “Don’t get me wrong, I love an old lamp as much as the next person,” sighed one guest, cocktail in hand. “But now is not the time to be investing in pieces to decorate my studio apartment in midtown.” Then, after a sip, he added: “We’re in a recession—I’m just here for the open bar.”

Photo: Billy Farrell/Patrick McMullan