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Elizabeth & James “Fairfax” sunglasses: Has their ever been a greater fashion paean to area-code-323 style?
These scream Sunday strolls down the corridor of who’s-who in street brands. Followed by a rueben at Canter’s.
The shades retail for $185 at Madison.
I’ll admit it: I can’t walk past a fat weekend New York Times without wonderin what Bill Cunningham shot on the street for the week’s Sunday Styles. I hope the photos are as fun to shoot as they are to look at. The veteran fashion photog is the subject of a new doc by Richard Press that has a theatrical debut set for March 16. Try to pretend you don’t want to see it.
Bill Cunningham New York Trailer from Gavin McWait on Vimeo.
Strange: When I was an undergraduate (not terrrrribly long ago) J. Crew was the clothing of choice for moneyed jerks and their gum-smacking girlfriends who ordered ravenously from catalogs in posh dorm rooms while the rest of us, uh, studied. But under the direction of menswear designer Frank Muytjens, the label just keeps getting better, and I’ve forever shed my misgivings for it.
Muytjens scored with an amazing spring collection, and I love the new February catalog. Nice cuts, not fussy, yet wholly distinctive. —Paul Dexter
Beautiful work as usual from Norman Jean Roy. But what’s it like to be Robert Duvall amongst all the whippersnappers?. A little more age diversity from the Oscar contender community would have been helpful (Jeff Bridges and Annette Bening come to mind). Duvall looks like he should be tending bar in The Shining.
Miracle Mile is a sweet place to live, as I have for the past seven years. LACMA’s addition of BCAM and the Resnick Pavilion have provided much-needed architectural fodder (though Chris Burden’s “Urban Light” is certainly the piece d’resistance along the mile-long corridor), while food trucks and art deco-appropriate buildings have brought a greater sense of neighborhood. Well worth checking out during Museum Free-for-All weekend, of which a few places is in the hood are participating. Last night I walked past the Swiss Design Award at the Architecture + Design Museum.
It’s a small exhibition, easily to breeze through in 15 minutes, but has some interesting pieces for any stylephile. Namely Christa Michel’s fanatastic knit creations (left), eveningwear from Akris (center) and piece by Martin Leuthold called “Secret Garden” (right), made of cloth that weighs in at 10 grams per running meter. Which, if i do the conversion to American weights and measures, is, um, weightless. And it moves hyponotically, thanks to an adjacent fan.
Architecture + Design Museum, 6032 Wilshire Blvd., Los Angeles
Not sure how I missed this, but Chloe Sevigny’s recent interview in Interview gives us a little more insight into what she thinks of the “other” Chloe, played by Drew Droege (we wrote him about earlier this year).
The real Sevigny still doesn’t get the joke:
“My close friends have all seen it, and they tell me about it. I’m afraid. I know he speaks with this affected voice, and apparently so do I,” Sevigny told interviewer Sam Bellikoff. “What can you do about it? [laughs] My friends are like, it’s not really you. He says, like, [in an affected tone] ‘Givenchy‘ and ‘Proenza Schouler,‘ high-fashion brands. I don’t understand what the appeal is. I mean, is it amusing, is it funny? Everyone says it’s not like me.”
Laugh it off, girl. If Janet Reno can make a cameo appearance on SNL’s Janet Reno’s Dance Party, you can cop to the fact that your fashion choices are intermittently kooky and worthy of a little derision. But all in good fun. —Krista Jennings
Ah, the rarified Paris Fashion Week men’s shows. Simultaneously jaw-dropping and guilt-inducing when you realize you’re probably making 1/10 the effort of putting together your day’s ensemble than these gents. But as far as street style shots go, I’m digging Tommy Ton more than the Sartorialist these days. He’s all about the fashion and rarely precious in what he shoots. His latest roundup of men’s fashion can be found here at GQ.com.
“Did you see that blue dress Kate Bosworth wore to a Golden Globes after party? I wanted to hunt her down, harpoon the bitch, and steal it.”
— my college roommate Leah, via Google Chat, on the blue Burberry creation Kate Bosworth wore to AMC’s Golden Globes after party at the Chateau Marmont. Yup, sounds about right.
I’m no good at red carpet coverage. I hate standing on a piece of paper with my publication’s name on it (especially if People has a better spot), half the time I don’t know who’s who, and there’s no adjacent bar for a press corps perpetually in need of a drink. But it was nice to see Adam Lambert a few days ago, arriving at the American Foundation for Equal Rights’ Elton John benefit concert at Ron Burkle’s Benedict Canyon palazzo. Lambert is 6’1″ and wore some serious heels, towering over everyone—except Jane Lynch.
And he was an interview sweetheart. But as soon as he stepped in front of me his scent was overpowering. And it had that sexy chocolately overtone of Thierry Mugler’s Angel. Seemed plausible: He’s Adam Lambert, he does what he wants. So I asked.
“No!!!” he replied. “It’s Loree Rodkin!” An essential oil from the jewelry designer, he told me as I blushed, which I do often. But sweetheart that he is, Lambert beckoned me to smell it on his neck. Brilliant scent. If only I had a photograph of the encounter.
There are few ladies who measure up to Aretha Franklin (as perfectly stated by New York Times columnist Bob Herbert last month). Which is why we noticed her 1974 With Everything I feel in Me album last night while perusing a used record shop with the best companion in town — our dad. Those simple diamonds. That saucy white fur. Her ‘fro. It’s all perfection. Hopefully Franklin is on the mend from her recent mystery surgery that has cancer rumors swirling (which she has since denied). We’re not ready to lose her timeless sound just quite yet.
