Life: an excuse for an anecdote. Thinking of anecdotes as accessories, carried in a book strap. The title tells you everything you need to know and conveys the essential point. Good title: leaves you wanting more. Bad title: the book stays closed.
Could we walk around with typed pages of conversations on our straps? Or maybe just a calling card: “Here is what I’m about.” A real time saver. Like anecdotes. Just the funny or interesting bits. None of the filler. Andy Warhol would have been a totally different kind of filmmaker if he’d used a filter.
Coaxed into covering a chocolate show involving fashion made of chocolate, I cast aside my inhibitions. “Unleash the chocoholicism!” is what this event invites. Throngs descend upon the West Side Highway, a sight I’m more accustomed to seeing in the daylight, for the Armory Show. West 50th Street is a desolate strip between 10th Avenue and now, all FedEx and horse stables and double parked cars. I stop over the Amtrak rails, my favorite spot in Midtown, it reminds me of Manhattan’s history as a hub of industry and trade, the grand connector between far off lands and the heartland, the mountains, the desert, the Pacific Coast…now Doritos wrappers and Burger King bags line the rails, probably needles and condoms and shit, too. Well that’s history, too. “What opera is like a railwayline? —The Rose of Castile. See the wheeze? Rows of cast steel. Gee!”
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I love how designers are redefining the word “minimalism.”
Merriam-Webster:
- Main Entry:
- min·i·mal·ism
- Pronunciation:
- \ˈmi-nə-mə-ˌli-zəm\
- Function:
- noun
- Date:
- 1929
1 : a style or technique (as in music, literature, or design) that is characterized by extreme spareness and simplicity 2 : minimal art
Today we have Rogan Gregory doing what he terms “soulful minimalism.” Imagine a Richard Serra sculpture (Gregory’s favorite artist, fyi). Minimalism that’s been left outside to rust, weather and age. As the parlance goes: Minimalism with a twist!
Rogan points to the concrete floor inside his showroom and store.
“When they first poured it, they made it perfect and smooth…and I looked at it and thought, no, that’s not right.” Rogan likes things to be a little fucked up, he said. Don’t we all!
How does this translate to the clothes?
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This contains the funniest bit of info regarding some of the mysterious receipts recorded by the Federal Election Commission for the Palin makeover: a $4,902.45 charge at Atelier New York, which “carries expensive cut-up T-shirts and tricky suits from avant-garde designers, like Raf Simons, Yohji Yamamoto and Ann Demeulemeester, none of whom typically create beltway-appropriate attire.”
However, calls by the NYT to the store owner to verify this purchase produced only confusion. There were no records of purchases totalling that amount; furthermore, the store’s clientele is so small and specialized, the owner of the store pretty much knows who most of his customers are. Could be a mistake, but I’d like to imagine that there’s some sneaky RNC aide buying stuff for a beau.
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Monsieur Christian Louboutin introduced his BFF Philippe Starck at a fashion industry mega event last night (they were both receiving awards) and Louboutin, a self-described teenage punk and “major safety pin victim” talked about meeting Starck for the first time in a Paris nightclub. He describes their encounter (I am paraphrasing): “Whatever Phillipe Starck, I heard you design some furniture or something, but you’re not a punk and you look totally boring and I don’t like your shoes or your tie.” Plus, Starck was totally old. He was a ripe 25.
Starck on Louboutin: “He was the worst teenager I ever saw in my life…he was terrible. He was a gremlin! You could never take him out because he broke everything. He’d burn the curtains, break all the glasses.”
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