90 posts tagged "Victoria Beckham"
The latest French uproar is over Carla and Sarko living la vida loca in Mexico while their people get poorer by the minute (the euro’s not what it used to be, sad to say). But what about Carla’s total fashion week diss? Where was she at Dior, Chanel, Givenchy? We’re not even French and we feel slighted. [The Daily Mail]
Beth Ditto: Prude. [NYT]
Step aside, Zaha Hadid. Chanel’s world-traveling Mobile Art Pavilion (which had to land permanently mid-trip) has met its match in Prada‘s Rem Koolhaas-designed Transformer, a mutable steel tetrahedron galleryspace. To see it do its thing, you’ll have to jet over to Seoul, where it’s housed in the grounds of an imperial palace. [WWD]
In a “conducted” conversation with Victoria Beckham in the latest issue of Bergdorf Goodman magazine (speaking of which, time to renew that subscription!), Marc Jacobs bemoans his likeness to a Ken doll after a rash of airbrushing. He’s referring to a nude photo, and he’s not talking about musculature. He means down there.
Fashion Week notes from the Guardian journalist and author of The Meaning of Sunglasses.
Fashion week’s 19-month imminent move to Lincoln Center has, unsurprisingly, proved polarizing. Zac Posen? For. Anna Sui? Against. What say you, Style Filers? Is the cultural cachet worth the schlep? [WWD]
“Marc Slashes Invitees.” I got the (slightly violent-sounding) WWD News Alert on my BlackBerry Friday night. But it wasn’t until this morning that I allowed myself to fully examine what the new fashion week development really meant. The specifics: The invite list will be smaller by a whopping 50 percent-plus, going from 2,000 people (1,100 seated and 900 standing) to 700 (500 seated and 200 standing). Celebrities? Maybe one or two, said president Robert Duffy. One or two?! I can only assume that Marc-ettes like Winona Ryder, Sofia Coppola, Zoe Cassavetes, Rachel Feinstein Currin, and Victoria Beckham will make the cut as friends of the house. But I suppose you can forget about seeing every downtown fixture both erstwhile and current. (Lady Bunny, we think you had better make alternate plans for Monday night.) Now, I’m the last person to make the case for New York fashion week being a B-lister-and-hanger-on-packed three-ring circus. In fact, I firmly believe that getting trampled on a daily basis by wild packs of photographers trying to get shots of Sophia Bush has started to chip away at my soul. However, Marc Jacobs’ show is, or was, different. It was a huge, fun family reunion, a metaphorical big tent where New York’s fashion crowd—publicists from other houses, designers of every ilk, stylists, and even editors’ family members—gathered to celebrate New York’s biggest talent and the city’s fashion itself. So while I understand that our current economic climate means that Jacobs and Duffy just can’t host that party anymore, I can’t help feeling like it’s one of those moments When Everything Changed. What about you? Worried you won’t make the cut?
Celebrity fashion collection. In the none too distant past—just last year, some might say—this phrase conjured up cheap vests and bad jeans, probably knocked out by some factory in the Philippines and then adorned with the diamanteé signature of a bubble-headed famous-for-being-famous twentysomething and then sold to tabloid readers across the land at around the $75 mark—a price that is too expensive for what the product is, but expensive enough to scare away the teenagers. After all, went the thinking, serious fashion customers wouldn’t buy clothes with names like “Kim Kardashian” or “Jessica Simpson” on the back label. Therefore they should aim for the In Touch-reading demographic as opposed to the Vogue-ers. Proper fashion connoisseurs want proper clothes by proper designers who have been trained properly, not people who were last spotted at the end of a paparazzi lens leaving Starbucks. So the thinking went. But note that past tense. Nowadays, having a famous name—one more famous for wearing clothes than designing them, mind—is no longer seen as an impediment to becoming a high-end fashion designer. Against all odds, I think we can thank the Olsen twins for this. Balenciaga-wearing fashion pioneers they may be today, but few could have foreseen this turn of events when they were being balanced on John Stamos’ knee in Full House. Their two labels, The Row and Elizabeth and James, had the shocking temerity to be more about quality than transparent marketing, as their anonymous brand names and high prices suggested. Even more surprisingly, serious consumers seem to be buying them, meaning that they have already far outlived the usual six-month lifespan of most celebrity fashion labels. Continue Reading “Free Speech: Hadley Freeman On The Age Of The Surprisingly Good Celebrity Designer” »