August 27 2014

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7 posts tagged "Zoe Cassavetes"

Gucci Goes To The Movies


Guests crowded into Venice’s Palazzo Grassi on Monday night for the fourth annual Gucci Group Award gala—an event that is becoming so popular that organizers were forced to draw up “wanted” lists of well-known party crashers as well as professional physiognomists to spot them. As in past years, the nominees were an eclectic bunch: photographer Yann Arthus-Bertrand (for the documentary Home); journalist Mark Boal, screenwriter of The Hurt Locker, which premiered here last year; American-Iranian photographer and video artist Shirin Neshat (for the film series Women Without Men) and video artist Pipilotti Rist (Pepperminta). As movie-industry players, local celebrities, and members of Europe’s high society waited patiently for the president of the Venice Film Festival, Marco Müller, to alight, guests of all ages swooned over Luca Calvani, the terminally handsome and molto comico actor who came to the public eye by winning the Italian version of Survivor. A jury including Patricia Clarkson, Zoe Cassavetes, and Mario Testino gave the nod to New York native Boal. (In addition to penning The Hurt Locker, Boal’s 2003 book, Death and Dishonor became the basis for the film In the Valley of Elah.) As the party rolled on, Calvani got some competition in the form of Testino himself: remarked one guest, “He’s so funny, if he weren’t a photographer he could be a comedian.”

Photo: Venturelli / Wire Image

Will You Make The Marc?


“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?

Photo: Billy Farrell / Patrick McMullan