102 posts tagged "Victoria Beckham"
“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” »
Is French prez Sarko passing Carla-inspired legislature? His newest decree promises free museum entry to Frenchies aged 25 and under and lifts a freeze on state funding for the performing arts. All of his bride’s soulful crooning must have gotten to him.
Get more fringe on your face, FDA approved.
The New York Times‘ Cintra Wilson visits Sephora, and her tour is fraught with danger
What we gleaned from 20 questions with the new White House decorator, Michael Smith: Expect more classical busts and torsos at your next Cabinet meeting.
Staying west this week and next instead of braving the inaugural crush? Here’s a handy guide to Sundance, which is sure to be much more civil.
We had decided not to report on the details, or, actually, the event of Josh Duhamel and Fergie’s wedding in Malibu last weekend, until we saw this. Congratulations to the couple for achieving a new high in cringe-worthy nuptial memorabilia.
Emma Watson—teen style maven, wearer of Chanel, witch—has a new favorite designer: William Tempest. The 22-year-old designer worked for Giles Deacon, makes clothes for Madonna, and may or may not have been named by J.K. Rowling.
Victoria Beckham defies the odds and launches a don’t-
compare-it-to-Roland Mouret luxury dress line people are actually buying. Don’t say we didn’t tell you so.
Is London cheap again? It’s too early to call the city a floozy quite yet, but easy-access opportunities are on the rise.
Shopping analysts report that Black Friday spending was good but not good enough, since it’s hard to make a profit when items are on sale for really, really cheap. Go figure.
We don’t usually report on sports news here, but the spectacular stupidity of Giants receiver Plaxico Burress, who shot himself in the leg with an unregistered gun at a club Friday night, was too choice to pass up. Makes all the eating, shopping, and lounging about we did this weekend look downright brilliant.
Despite prior reports to the contrary, Victoria’s Secret supermodel Miranda Kerr and Orlando Bloom are not engaged. Bloom’s film career is in similar shape.
The Beckham-Cruises celebrated Thanksgiving in Manhattan with carriage rides, strolls through Central Park, and insatiable swarms of paparazzi. Ah, family.