Finally got a chance to flip through the October issue of Domino, which includes — lo and behold — a shopping guide to our beloved Boston.
I always get peeved when I'm reading InStyle or Glamour and there's a list of the best colorists/shoe stores/spas/whatever in the country — and Boston doesn't make the cut. Hey, we're chic! We have great boutiques and hair salons and restaurants, too!
So, thanks Domino for recognizing our style quotient and highlighting such gems (and personal favorites) as Good, Black Ink, and Hudson.
[Lekker's repping the Hub in style.]
Ha. Now you have Foreigner stuck in your head, don't you?
Horrid hairbands aside, I was trolling the Somerville Target yesterday for the rumored John Derian collection. I heart the Bird Design Tray, but the Somerville Target being the ultra hip place it is, doesn't have any of the dishes in stock. So, I settled on some note cards. Maybe I will send love letters to John, asking for a little something-something in my stocking this year.
Per my usual trajectory at Tar-jay — go in for toilet paper, leave with $250 worth of jewelry, scrapbooking materials, marked-down flats, cosmetics, and Sour Patch Kids, obviously — I found myself in the home decor section, gazing lovingly upon this doormat:
Well, if it isn't an Orla Kiely pattern rip-off! Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, I present Exhibit A:
I already have the bag, so naturally, I scooped up the doormat — a steal at $11.99. Lesson learned: Shoot for John Derian; if you miss, you might just end up on an Orla Kiely-impersonating mat.
Everybody loves falling models. A not-so-fashionable friend once showed me a clip on You Tube of a model taking a spill on the runway that left him howling. I'm actually surprised that a 24-hour basic cable channel of all falling models has yet to spring up. And don't even think of stealing that idea from me.
This falling model comes courtesy of the Prada show in Milan. Yes, the shoes are cool, but this model needs a bit of training to walk in them properly.
Mischa Barton wants to dress you up in her love. At least, she'd love for you to wear some feathers, sequins, twigs, and ropes (and all the makings of a magpie's nest) in your hair.
La Barton recently announced that she will partner with designer Stacey Lapidus on a line of bejeweled, luxe head bands and hair accessories. Items will be priced from $40 to $200.
A steal if all you want in life is that "Heid heads from the hills to the Big City" look:
I'm sorry, but I just can't trust my noggin to a girl who thinks it's OK to wear mom jeans for any occasion and often risks a paparazzi crotch shot with her too-short dresses.
[Mischa: "You should be daaaaaancing, yeahhhh!"]
The website blackvoices.com named its Top 20 Most Stylish Brothers today, and put John Legend at the bottom of its list! Recount! I'm not sure if I entirely agree with the inclusion of Will.i.am, and I know of a certain Mr. Andre Leon Tally who might take offense to his absence. The rest of the list looks like this:
#20 John Legend
#19 Ryan Leslie
#16 LL Cool J
#15 Will Smith
#14 Lewis Hamilton
#12 Tyrese Gibson
#10 Tyson Beckford
#8 Ozwald Boateng
#6 Fonzwoth Bentley
#4 Kanye West
#3 Pharell Williams
#2 Sean Combs
#1 Andre 3000
One of my favorite Fashion Week buddies, the lovely Harper's Bazaar fashion editor Mary Alice Stephenson (above), is in Boston tomorrow to chat about fall trends at Saks Fifth Avenue. In addition to her sage advice, Saks is putting on a fashion show to demonstrate how to put it all together. It's free and open to you, the fashionable public.
The show runs from 5 to 7 p.m. on Wednesday at Saks in the Prudential Center.
I know, I'm a bad blogger. I left you all hanging with a tease of Christian Siriano's show last week, and then never gave you the report.
Well, kittens, here it is.
His designs were very similar to what he showed for his winning "Project Runway" collection. Why mess with a good thing? His primary colors were gray, orange, and yellow. It was all very urban, and very feminine.
I spoke with both Tim Gunn and Nina Garcia after the show, and both were over-the-top with praise for the collection. Tim was using the phrase "next great American designer." What do you think, 'Philers?
The buzz at Bryant Park has started to turn from Marc Jacobs to "Project Runway." Tonight, PR winner Christian Siriano is showing his first post-"Runway" Collection. I predict 1980's influences and ruffles, just a hunch. Tomorrow morning, "Runway" tapes its finale at Bryant Park. I'm attending both, and I'll post updates as soon as I have them.
Seu Jorge, the Brazilian singer best know for his melancholy bossa nova crooning and his work in the Wes Anderson film "The Life Aquatic" serenaded models on the runway yesterday at the Carlos Miele show at Bryant Park. The music was beautiful and sexy, and the clothes were lovely. But Miele's been down this path many times before. These dresses are fantastic if you live in Brazil, or Miami, but there are about two evenings each year that these looks would be appropriate in Boston. If you were a fan of season three "Project Runway" contestant Uli, Miele is your man. But I'm ready to see some versatility.
Mercedes Benz Fashion week is such a crazy blur of clothes and parties that Saturday already seems like it happened last year, which is why I had totally forgotten about one of my favorite Fashion Week looks. On Saturday, Lacoste designer Christophe Lemaire showed sportswear, and I was immediately smitten with these 1960's-influenced looks. Who knew golf duds could look so good on the runway?
I've been a little disturbed to look up from my notebook a few times this week at Bryant Park only to see a model sauntering down the runway in a pair of hareem pants -- those trousers that are baggy through the leg, then gathered below the knee or at the ankle. Max Azria, you should know better. This look flatters no one, with the exception of MC Hammer.
There are moments during New York Fashion Week when I want to gouge my eyes out of their sockets with a spork because they hurt from having spent 10 hours looking at hundreds of organza dresses, embroidered skirts, and hand painted jackets. And then there are the moments when my heart starts racing because I've spied something absolutely stunning. That's how I felt at Proenza Schouler and Marc Jacobs earlier this week, and that's exactly the feeling I had yesterday when I saw Marchesa's collection of dream-like frocks.
The show was exquisitely simple, because when you have dresses like this, you don't need a big light show and an A-list DJ.
By now, you've all read my story in today's Style & Arts section (if you haven't, shame on you) about how designers are creating spring '09 looks that are filled with flirty, romantic escapism. Last night, after I filed my story, two more designers joined this group: Anna Sui and Phillip Lim. Both designers made their escape to Spain, taking inspiration from bull fighters and native folk art styles. Ole, indeed.
Yesterday's Halston show at the Museum of Modern Art featured models lounging about on gray sofas in a look that was borrowed from directly from Halston's fab apartment. The dresses were also a return to Halston glamour. Bold solids, and a particularly lovely shade of orange recalled the goddesses 1970s glam. Cher could have easily opened her TV show in one of these numbers while singing "Dark Lady." Goodness, that lovely vision just brought a tear to my eye. Excuse me while I find the mp3 for "Gypsies, Tramps, and Thieves."
In honor of Karl's 75th birthday, I give you permission to run down to the Chanel boutique on Newbury and buy something pretty for yourself.
Now back to Mercedes Benz Fashion Week.
Jessica Alba breezed directly in front of me last night at Narciso Rodriguez's show. Then she and Claire Danes sat a few rows in front of me, and I was quickly blinded by the pop of flashes from the photographer feeding frenzy.
Even with those distractions -- and what lovely distractions they were -- Rodriguez's Asian- inspired collection still left me seeing stars. Ninja stars, mostly, which were incorporated into the pattern on a few of his dresses. A few other designers might want to take note of how to incorporate subtle Asian influence into their designs without making dresses that look like they were worn by a waitress at Ruby Foos in 1962.
The celebrity power was warrented. The collection of black and white with bursts of color was stunning.
Sure, Andy Roddick may have been front row at Lacoste on Saturday morning, but Thom Browne went one step further and incorporated the sport into his show last night. On a runway of fresh grass -- production values are very important at his shows -- models wore the closest thing to sportswear that Browne has produced. It was not as crazy as last season's freak show-inspired runway, meaning it is quite wearable. Well, kind of.
There was a new-found buzz around designer Thakoon Panichgul's spring line when he showed yesterday, not because editors are clamoring to pair bra tops with their skirts this season, but because Michelle Obama donned one of Panichugl's frocks to wear at the Democratic Convention last month.
His spring/summer line featured a few cocktail dresses that would look lovely on Mrs. Obama, and a few midriff bearing numbers that would cause the biggest White House scandal since Nancy Reagan got cozy with a psychic. But for women looking to play both naughty and nice, his collection was inspiring.
I went to the Charlotte Ronson show on Saturday, which was mobbed not just because of her cute designs. Her twin sister is Samantha, gal-pal of Lindsay Lohan, and both were in the audience. Ronson's brother is DJ and Amy Winehouse producer Mark Ronson, and he DJ'd the show. Insert swooning here, please.
But let's get past the celebs for a minute (I know, kids, it's what you're here for) and talk about the clothes. I'm generally all over the arty, over-the-top pieces. But Ronson's designs were perfect for young Hollywood. Fun, wearable, flirty and just the right amount of sexy. Lindsay may have been in attendance for SamRo, but these are the kinds of designs that suit her — and lots of other young women — perfectly.
Fashion Week hit the midway point this morning — much to the delight of stressed assistants who are tottering around on impossible spikes. I celebrated with Matthew Williamson's show in the tents. Lots of pink and black, quelle surprise! And, for the record, Kelly Osborne, who was sitting front and center, looked adorable.
More on Kelly and Matthew later. I need to back up to yesterday's amazing Proenza Schouler show. It was "Dynasty" remixed. Lots of big, shoulders and stark silhouettes. It also featuring something else I'm seeing a lot of for s/s '09: White.
Proenza Schouler's artist statements aren't generally the kind of cute little dresses you see on Newbury Street. These are bold and bigger-than-life ensembles that were paired with the duo's new accessories line. The shoes were just as fantastic as the dresses. Kanye West, who was sitting in the audience, was no doubt thinking of how to incorporate these looks into his next video.
Sunday's Y-3 show was mostly unremarkable, with the exception of one small sartorial detail — a few of the male models went smirking down the runway in skirts, and even a dress. For those who are not familiar with the brand, Y-3 is a fashionably athletic partnership between Adidas and Yohji Yamamoto. The show left me with burning questions: Will we be seeing men shooting hoops in cute, above-the-knee skirts? Will dads be golfing in spring 2009 while wearing full-length dresses? I've got my fingers crossed.
Last night's Marc Jacobs spring 2009 show was the usual parade of big celebs (Hello there, Martha Stewart), fashion wannabes, and drag queens. Not so usual were the clothes that Jacobs sent down the runway. After a few seasons of 1980s inspired, modern shapes, Jacobs went back to the turn of the last century for this collection:
As the models came down the mirrored runway to George Gershwin's "Rhapsody in Blue," some of the impressions of the clothes that I jotted down were: "Mary Poppins goes grunge," "Anne of Green Gables goes ghetto," and "Eliza Doolittle in Paris." Jacobs joyfully played with tweeds, leathers, and beading. There were huge gauchos, tarted-up aprons, and cute little jackets. To borrow a line from Ms. Poppins, it was Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious.
... and what better way to start than to say hello to Justin Timberlake and his clothing line William Rast:
Can we really call it his clothing line, though? Timberlake is more a partner in the William Rast line than fashion designer — that task is left to the creative team of Johan and Marcella Lindeberg — but like his New York restaurant Southern Hospitality, it's his affiliation that brings in celebrity buddies. At the Roseland Ballroom party on Saturday night, Jeremy Piven, Andy Samberg, and, an unlikely Anthony Edwards all appeared to witness Timberlake's vision, which was best characterized as somewhere between Southern culture on the skids and NASCAR chic.
Models emerged from the façade of a rustic cabin that looked as if it might have been cast off from Timberlake's film "Black Snake Moan." Thankfully, no models appeared to be chained to radiators. The idea of Southern, trailer park culture, was everywhere — from the scattered dead leaves on the floor of the ballroom to the waitresses circling the room with bologna and pineapple skewers.
The clothes closely followed suit. Models, styled like they were ready to brawl, walked the runway in denim cutoffs and studded denim vests. The only thing missing was a well-placed mullet. The Lindbergs leaned heavily on stereotypes of the American South, attempting to mix a "Joe Dirt" aesthetic with high fashion. Unfortunately it was the stereotyping that appeared to win the fight. Between the fringe and the distressed denim, an occasional well-tailored jacket emerged, but for a man who once pledged to bring sexy back, there was not much appeal to this debut.
Unless your parents were killed in a freak pants factory accident and you're protesting any sort of leg covering — highly unlikely, Katy Perry, considering Wikipedia tells me your mom and dad are alive and well — you need to lay off the rompers and Daisy Dukes. For real. Granny panties are NOT pants:
I don't care that you're a bona fide PYT. You had no business wearing sateen crotch stranglers to the MTV Video Music Awards last night. With feathers! With a star-spangled halter top and a red, white, and blue-bedazzled clutch! Even Miley Cyrus can't keep her cookies down.
(Side note: "I Kissed a Girl" is clearly ripped from Jill Sobule's notebook. And your hair/makeup is a carbon copy of Zooey Deschanel's. It really, really annoys me that I sometimes mix up the two of you because Zooey, the hip priestess of all that is cool and fashionable, would never wear this monstrosity. I get cranky. Going pants-less is not a sign of originality. You're going to have to try something else, um kay?)
I'm all about finding a look that works and sticking with it as a reliable fall back when the oncoming trends become too overwhelming. But you need a friend, stylist, or heck, divine intervention to tell you that outfits like these are total no-nos:
I know, right? We can't believe it either. I was hoping — for your sake — that Diddy threw a fruit salad-themed party in the Hamptons. But, no. You freely wore this juvenile jumper to perform on NBC's "Today." You are covered in seeds, for goodness sake. And it's not doing anything for your svelte figure. Why put your tush through such torture?FULL ENTRY