3 posts tagged "Michele Lamy"
Rick Owens Has It All, Except a Rock-Crystal Toilet
In the latest issue of WSJ. magazine, Style.com/Print star Rick Owens gives Lynn Yaeger a tour of his unorthodox home on Paris’ Place du Palais Bourbon. Having lain empty for twenty years before Owens and wife, Michèle Lamy, moved in, in 2004, the building, which doubles as an atelier, is the former French Socialist Party headquarters. An embodiment of the rough-hewn looks he sends down the runway, Owens’ abode is quintessentially Rick, complete with raw concrete floors, a wall fresco by his step-daughter Scarlett Rouge, a few pieces from his own furniture line, and a black boom box, which was a gift from Cher. When asked about his interior-design philosophy, Owens replied, “How do we make all things around us beautiful? Every switch plate, every sneaker, I want all the everyday stuff to be great. I would like a rock-crystal toilet!”
Rick Owens: The Vinyl Countdown
Rick Owens creates worlds more than fashion. His shows are famous for their otherworldly ambience, from the mise-en-scène (from foam to fire to electrifying light shows) to the soundtrack. For his Fall ’12 women’s show, he played Zebra Katz’s then little-known “Ima Read.” A star was born.
For his follow-up, the Spring ’13 menswear show, Owens paired Matthew Stone, London’s music director-artist-provocateur of choice, with his own wife, Michèle Lamy, to record a track called “How Do You Feel” at the London studio David Bowie used for his early albums. He spun the track at the show, then sent it off to a handful of DJs—including Katz, Mister Tweeks (who mixed the soundtrack for his Spring ’13 women’s show), and Richelle (who will do music for the next men’s outing)—to remix. “This is all about fanboy worship,” Owens says. “I’ve been listening to music from all of these guys for a while, and having Michèle and Matthew do my runway music for the last Spring show gave me the perfect excuse to do something with them all. I was tickled pink with the results.”
“The entire project was just pure indulgence,” the designer explains, and so the results—pressed on vinyl (printed with an Owens shot of Lamy, taken on a deserted island near Venice) and whipped digitally into MP3—are available gratis while they last at Owens’ flagship stores. Says Rick: “First come, first served.”
Diana Vreeland Lights Up Paris Once More
There are few people who could warrant a breakfast of Champagne and caviar, but Diana Vreeland is one of them. Yesterday, in collaboration with Barneys, Lisa Immordino Vreeland’s (pictured, center) film about her legendary grandmother-in-law, Diana Vreeland: The Eye Has To Travel, made its Paris debut. And given the editor’s relationship with the city (she was born here, after all), it was a significant screening, with the likes of Grace Coddington, L’Wren Scott, Michele Lamy, Olivier Rousteing (pictured, right), and Patrick Demarchelier all turning out to Paris’ Pagoda Theater for the event. “Mrs. Vreeland was such a dramatic personage that if anybody was cinematic, it’s her,” said Valerie Steele, who was seeing the film for the first time. “She totally worshiped Paris and the whole world of Paris fashion. I think she would be delighted to be here. And for all we know, maybe she is.”
Mrs. Vreeland’s presence was felt. “I remember when she was the editor of Vogue in the sixties, she moved the entire offices to adjoining suites at Le Crillon,” Vreeland’s grandson Alex recalled. “They took out all the beds and it looked like something from a James Bond movie because you’d open the door and see all these women running around or typing letters.” After the film had ended, viewers were given red gift boxes cleverly filled with peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and a bottle of scotch. The editor notoriously enjoyed the unorthodox combination for lunch every day. The box also contained a notecard with one of Vreeland’s most famous quotes: “Fashion must be the most intoxicating release from the banality of the world.” Certainly, her words provided a poignant reminder at the end of a very long, albeit intoxicating, fashion month.