132 posts tagged "Opening Ceremony"
Dear Marc, we’re going to strongly advise you against this. We know those Housewives can draw you in with their gripping mini-dramas, but pretty please don’t put yourself in a reality TV show about “high-powered (openly gay) playboys.” Just start twittering, or something, OK? Thanks. [NY Daily News]
Emmy Rossum had a secret marriage, and now she’s having a not-so-secret divorce. Luckily, all the money she saved on a big nuptial bash can go toward paying her husband’s court fees. Even better than a DJ! [Us Weekly]
Rumors of Claire Danes and Hugh Dancy’s recent wedding in France have still not been discounted, which in tabloid land is as good as a marriage license. [People]
Ever the contrarian, Cathy Horyn did not have such a great time in Milan. One show made her think that the city was covered in “an old pair of pantyhose,” which is never, ever a good thing. [NYT]
Opening Ceremony just got delivery of its Where the Wild Things Are merch. We’d go for the slightly savage faux-fur coats or Pamela Love bijoux. And if you want to be little Max come Hallowe’en, here’s your one-stop shopping. [OCNN]
No one likes to lose. Readers may recall that, a few weeks ago, stylist Lauren Goodman (above right) and I joined in a friendly battle of casts: Having each broken our wrists, we decided to compete to see who could turn her injury into the better fashion accessory. Votes were tallied; I had the lead at the start, but Lauren got some momentum later in the game that she rode all the way to victory. Honestly, I felt ashamed. I had the home-court advantage and everything. But rather than indulge in any Serena Williams-like tantrums, I determined to learn from Lauren’s success as we prepared to face off in Round Two of the Cast-Off: THE BRACE-OFF.
Lesson 1: Buzz counts. Lauren finished her cast early and people got interested, seeing her wear the flash plaster around. So, as soon as I got my brace from the hospital—a kind of Rick Owens-y brace, black with long straps—I delivered it to designer Camilla Stærk. She wrapped up work on it right before fashion week, and over the past few days, I’ve had two name stylists ask me if they can call it in for shoots, and several front-row regulars remark that they’d consider throwing themselves down staircases in order to wear a medical accessory that cool. (I am now thinking about launching a line of fashion medical accessories, called HEAL—Colette? Opening Ceremony? Barneys? Are you listening?) Lauren, meanwhile, had the element of surprise in her favor: Working with designer Peter Som, she only debuted her brace today…
Lesson 2: Bling that sh*t. Last time, designer Dana Lorenz covered Lauren’s cast in multicolored gemstones. Von Kottwitz designer Nina Stotler and I opted for something more industrial. Not this time! Thinking bling-y, I arranged to have my brace sponsored by Crystallized™ Swarovski Elements. I was imagining something totally disco, but Camilla, who has better taste than me, opted to cover my brace in pewter crystal pearls of various sizes. This wound up covering…
Lesson 3: Remind people of Michael Jackson. Lauren’s cast was inspired by the Christian Lacroix top seen on the first Anna Wintour-edited cover of Vogue, but lots of commenters mentioned that it seemed very Michael Jackson. And they appreciated that. Camilla, hand-sewing pewter crystal pearls until her fingers were literally bleeding, really came through on the MJ. I have to say, though, Lauren and Peter Som have maybe, possibly, trumped me on this—Peter’s angle on the people-like-dead-celebs-beacuse-they-are-reminded-of-their-childhood thing was to make Lauren’s brace “a tribute to John Hughes.” Pretty in Pain! Dammit.
Lesson 4: Art-direct. This really should have been obvious—I do work in fashion, after all. Lauren got off a cute little shot of herself posing with her cast. I went for the camera phone. And I wasn’t even in the photo! People vote on personal connection, I see now. And images that pop. Camilla’s husband, the photographer Barnaby Roper, obliged my concept “sci-fi Birth of Venus, with wrist brace,” as you can see (and judge) for yourself. Again, I was positive I had Lauren on this one—I knew she was racing around to shows and that Peter was prepping his collection and that there was no way they’d be able to work a seriously pro photo into their schedules. Laughs on me, folks. Lauren managed to corner Poppy de Villeneuve, mere hours before the photog hopped a flight to London to set up her show STILL, which opens on Thursday, and got a pretty amazing portrait out of her.
Lesson 5: Flatter the audience. Vote for me, and I will love you forever. Lauren and I await your comments…
Eight floors. 50,000 square feet. “A monster megaplex” featuring shop-in-shops by the likes of Alexander Wang, Boy by Band of Outsiders, D.A.P. Books, Other Music, Trash & Vaudeville, and The Row. Welcome to Opening Ceremony, Japan. The store OC founders Humberto Leon and Carol Lim have built in the heart of Tokyo’s Shibuya shopping district is no effing joke, to put it bluntly. Opening on the 30th, the store features “all the classic Opening Ceremony product,” as Leon says, plus a bevy of launch exclusives, the aforementioned shop-in-shops, plus a few others, and a restaurant called Potluck that’s about to make “brunch” trendy in Japan. “We wanted to focus on the experience as much as the merchandise,” Leon explains. “Every floor has its own point of view. Going through the store is kind of like getting a tour of American architecture throughout the ages—like, the first floor is Santa Fe/Southwestern, then there’s a floor referencing sixties modernist architecture, and another one that’s seventies hippie…” There is also, Leon notes, a floor made to look like a typical American office. Those cubicles ought to make an interesting backdrop for the Opening Ceremony opening bash, at which Strokes-man Julian Casablancas will be playing songs off his forthcoming solo LP. The party’s not until the 29th, so there’s still plenty of time to book a flight.
Betsey Johnson celebrated her 30th anniversary in the business last year, and she’s more relevant today than she’s been in ages. If you’re anything like us, you’ve got your eye on a few pieces from the designer’s new collaboration with Opening Ceremony, Betsey Johnson Archive. Now we’ve learned that she’s following up last season’s Betsey Crocker flick (which seems pretty prescient in light of the recent release of Julie & Julia) with the launch today of archival show footage going back three decades. Think the neon brights, big shoulders, and Patrick Nagel-esque styling all over the Fall runways look new? Click play: Johnson was working them back in 1979. See the videos here, but be warned: They’re addictive—and inspiring.
You know what I’d like? A locker. Wouldn’t it be great to have someplace convenient to stow your stuff—gym clothes, a pair of flats, some Balance bars, that copy of Infinite Jest you’ve been nibbling at on the subway? That’d lighten the load. I’d also like to receive an allowance for doing my chores: washing dishes, making the bed, taking out the garbage. And while I’m at it, I’d like my mom to cook dinner for me every night, and for my best friend to find out if the boy I like likes me, too. Alas, if I can’t reclaim my misspent youth, at least I can console myself with a backpack. They are, apparently, in vogue—Opening Ceremony and J.Crew are stocking backpacks from Swedish maker Fjällräven; Chloë Sevigny’s new unisex range for Opening Ceremony features backpacks; and, as WWD noted yesterday, backpacks showed up on several of the men’s Spring ’10 runways—a good harbinger of trends to come, alongside the fact that I’ve been seeing hipster kids on the Lower East Side toting middle school-style all summer. As usual, I ask myself—what gives? Why backpacks, why now? Personally, I found junior high to be kind of a drag. Awkward growth spurts, algebra, a constant terror of running afoul of the popular crowd, and so on. It seems like this experience is relatively universal, so maybe this whole backpack thing is a symptom of the recession. Maybe everyone style-minded has decided, en masse, that they can’t afford any more visits to the chiropractor. In any case, I’ve decided I’m all for this trend, as long as the pack I get to carry is one of the styles designed by Assembly owner Greg Armas. His new store brand—reported on last week by our brother site—has unisex appeal, and the backpacks, which come in materials such as waxed raffia and cashmere, are indubitably cool. What do you think? Up with the comfort of a double-strap bag, or down with any trend that leads in the direction of the Trapper Keeper? Comments, please.