Is It Just Us Or Is Jefferson Hack Starting To Sound Like That Hot Chick From Resident Evil?
Fashion Week notes from the editorial director of Dazed & Confused.
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Blasblog: From Paris, Ups And Downs On Day One
The first full day of shows in Paris had its ups and downs. The up, in my opinion, was Christophe Decarnin’s Balmain show. On a runway atop the Ritz’s pool, he showed an entire disco of the brightest, shiniest, big-shoulder-est cocktail dresses—a crystal dream. Or as one editor put it, a “crystal meth” dream, because [...]
Blasblog: Temperley’s In-Store Dance Party
According to Alice Temperley, the two big pros to having a party in your Soho loft and showroom are that, for one, you can stay as long as you’d like, and two, there’s enough room to have a real dance floor. While I can’t attest to the former (it’s called beauty sleep), I did receive [...]
Fashion’s Book Of Love
We were trying to avoid the Valentine/Valentina allusions; but—cross
our heart—Kohle Yohannan’s new glossy tome from Rizzoli on the Russian émigré designer (and lover of Greta Garbo) is a great gift for lovers of fashion—and not only on the 14th of February. The book accompanies a retrospective at the Museum of the City of New York, [...]
Aggy At Ellus: One-Minute Photo
Agyness Deyn was one of the hottest attractions last week at Saõ Paulo fashion week. In town to walk for the elegantly sporty mass-market brand Ellus, she’s also the star of their new campaign, joining a previous roster of superstars like Chloë Sevigny, Kate Moss, and Milla Jovovich. Backstage, the press was in a frenzy [...]
paris fashion week: milla gets her bling on
“Get yourself down to Bulgari now, fab party!” was the text one rather taken-aback journalist received yesterday evening from a fellow writer already knocking back Champagne at the jeweler’s store opening on Avenue George V (store openings do have a habit of veering toward the bland, hence the surprise). So get down there I did. [...]
blasblog: milla on balmain: worth bleeding for
Thoughts of economic doom melted away once I touched down in Paris yesterday—a fantasy that was further fed by my first stop of the week, the stone-washed, peak-shouldered, sparkly Balmain show. It opened with a poppy bang—Madonna’s “Holiday.” By the time the file of cocktail dress-clad models was making its way backstage, even Michael Roberts [...]






