HAPPY BIRTHDAY RHETT THE FASHION BORZOI  

Rhett, neighbor of our Manhattan office, modeling here for Valentino, is having a 6th birthday block party—and giving YOUR mutt a gift. His doting dad, top Lasek surgeon Emil Chynn, will correct the sight of one doggie for free. If you suspect your hound is nearsighted, Emil’s office (Park Avenue SafeSight, 102 E. 25th St , 212 741-8628) will use their WaveScan to examine him/her—for free. Seriously. The party’s on Cornelia Street in the West Village, Sun., Sep 28 from 1-5 PM. BYOD. 

 Rhett the Borzoi

OUR FAVORITE GENIUS

This weekend at artistsandfleas Williamsburg (N7th between Driggs & Kent) is #‎AFStyleStudio‬  What we’re excited about: the walkabout show at 3pm tomorrow, Saturday 13th, of VAMPS pieces by Michael Calloway  —here’s a preview, modeled by high schoolers. Loving the Dali-punk Bow Wow Wow Hayzi Fantayzi Leigh Bowery thing, channeling London circa 1980. For more on Michael, his stylelikeu profile (one of the first they did!) can’t be beat. AND… get it while you can: he’s moving far from NYC. New pieces this weekend, and a $20 rack! 

The last pic is a Vamps dress you cannot buy—it’s my daughter’s.

runwaypassport:

Dorin Negrau Spring Summer 2015 
#NYFW @DorinNegrau #linconlcenter

We love us a playsuit: Romanian phormer pharmacist Dorin Negrau, latest designer crush…

Shades of Summer… Hi, Fall!

(No CFDA, Not THAT Kind of Calendar…)

The CFDA chose this image for the email containing news of their takeover of the Fashion Calendar because:

a) The Fashion Calendar founder is Ruth Finley and she is small and a baby is small, therefore Baby Ruth is funny.

b) Steven Kolb bought this painting & wants to cause the comeback of “Pop Art Icon” Mel Ramos.

c) Hilarious opportunity to position DVF’s arm.

d) Irony.*

e) Sponsor logos not available at short notice. 

*Please explain

WTF. 

ARTISTS! FLEAS! 

We had a blast last weekend in Billyburg. 

lagniappeLAGNIAPPE goes live… Free gift with purchase, darlings.

hats by VampsThank you neighbor Michael Calloway for the Vamps hats. 

Bored daughter

artists & fleas signSee you in September… 

humansofnewyork:

Beginning tomorrow, I’ll be taking a 50 day trip in partnership with the United Nations, supported by the Secretary General’s MDG Advocacy Group. I’ll be posting portraits and stories from the trip on the blog. We’re calling it a ‘World Tour,’ because the trip will span over 25,000 miles and circumnavigate the globe. But since there are only ten countries on the itinerary, it would be rather foolish to claim that these portraits and stories somehow represent ‘the world,’ or humanity as a whole. The point of the trip is not to “say” anything about the world. But rather to visit some faraway places, and listen to as many people as possible. 
In addition to gathering portraits and stories, the purpose of the tour is to raise awareness for the Millennium Development Goals, which are pictured. The MDG’s are eight international development goals that every member state of the UN agreed we should accomplish by the year 2015. Basically: they’re stuff that everyone can agree the world needs. (More info can be found here: http://www.un.org/millenniumgoals/). So in addition to telling stories of individuals, we hope this trip may in some way help to inspire a global perspective, while bringing awareness to the challenges that we all need to tackle together. Hope you enjoy.

Thoroughly behind this in every way. Like all humans, we very <3 you humansofnewyork  

humansofnewyork:

Beginning tomorrow, I’ll be taking a 50 day trip in partnership with the United Nations, supported by the Secretary General’s MDG Advocacy Group. I’ll be posting portraits and stories from the trip on the blog. We’re calling it a ‘World Tour,’ because the trip will span over 25,000 miles and circumnavigate the globe. But since there are only ten countries on the itinerary, it would be rather foolish to claim that these portraits and stories somehow represent ‘the world,’ or humanity as a whole. The point of the trip is not to “say” anything about the world. But rather to visit some faraway places, and listen to as many people as possible. 

In addition to gathering portraits and stories, the purpose of the tour is to raise awareness for the Millennium Development Goals, which are pictured. The MDG’s are eight international development goals that every member state of the UN agreed we should accomplish by the year 2015. Basically: they’re stuff that everyone can agree the world needs. (More info can be found here: http://www.un.org/millenniumgoals/). So in addition to telling stories of individuals, we hope this trip may in some way help to inspire a global perspective, while bringing awareness to the challenges that we all need to tackle together. Hope you enjoy.

Thoroughly behind this in every way. Like all humans, we very <3 you humansofnewyork  

It’s raining. So shop.
We’re at Artists & Fleas, Williamsburg, This weekend 10-7.
TONS of beautiful vintage, plus Marni, Dries, Zero, Prada, Marc, Jil, Paul Smith, DVF, CDG, Dior, Vince, Rag & Bone etc etc. 
A huge $24 and $10 rack
And the return of LAGNIAPPE—choose a free gift!
See you there… 

CLOTHES STORIES: The dress that made me marry him

This Fifties frock, which is very far from my color scheme and not my size, I last wore for my boyfriend’s birthday. We’d just met and what he really wanted to do was have me cook for him. What he didn’t know was that I was phobic about cooking for men, or rather, one man, the man I was dating man. It brought out the feminist in me, which didn’t need much outbringing, being always out, and made me instantly worried about being a domestic drudge. That made no sense, since I love cooking, and think it’s an art, but it was beyond my control. Anyway, I liked him a whole lot, so I said yes, and wore a satirical cookery outfit to get me through: the most authentically 1950s suburban housewife dress I had—this of course—and no shoes. Barefoot in the kitchen. He’s my husband now.    —Kate Sekules

ps This one you can buy! $45

My story in ART & AUCTION mag about serious vintage collecting… 

Because they don’t post stories online. What? Read on below. Wear specs.

(Here’s my original, funner, lede graf…)

        “Fashion collectors are traditionally drawn from a narrow tranche of society—basically: Socialites with gala and luncheon needs. But there’s a new breed around. You won’t find them on the front row at Fashion Week, but rather haunting the salerooms and booths at auctions and shows, stalking the best in vintage fashion. A scene once full of eccentrics and enthusiasts is now full of opportunity, with astonishing price points realized at the couture end. New resources and serious players—plus a series of blockbuster Museum shows spotlighting current designers –mean clothes are (almost) Art…”

#&lt;3: Laverne Cox is the first transgender person on the cover of TIME

CLOTHES STORIES: my early John Galliano Coat/Dress

It was my first job: copy editor of Harrods Magazine. For about five minutes Harrods the department store had its own Conde Nast magazine, edited by the redoubtable Drusilla Dreyfus, mother of Alexandra Shulman, the future editor of UK Vogue. It was a brilliant job. We were secreted on the top floor of Harrods, that famous London tourist trap (which was a pretty great store at that moment), and we had free rein to run riot picking up anything we wanted, to shoot for stories. On my forays I discovered the Young Designer Department. It was 1985, and a Young Designer named John Galliano had just produced his first commercial collection, called The Ludic Game. (Right after “Les Incroyables” his degree show that famously was bought in its entirety by Joan Burstein and put in the Browns windows.)

I wanted it. Most of it. But especially this amazing black cotton swagged double breasted highwaywoman’s coat. It was cut like the theater, with gathered sides and vast pockets covered with enormous flaps. It would be at least five years till I owned a handbag—I pocketed everything. The garment was heaven. And it was hundreds of pounds. I was spending maybe twenty per thing, on vintage. (Which would not be understood for at least another decade.)

So I stalked the coat. I befriended the salesladies. I tried it on daily. And the famous Harrods sale started, and I nervously watched the discount growing, doing justification math with my staff discount and paltry wages. Well, obviously, I sprung in the end. It was still WAY more than I’d paid for anything in my life, but I knew it would be forever.  I was right. 

And here’s a model in it. 

Sorry USA, Belgium already had you beat…

IF THEY COULD TALK:  clothes stories

ELLA’S 1968 BLAZER THAT’S NOT A TIE 

I was dressed for my high school’s senior prom, wearing a short purple dress I’d bought in New York. My group of friends hadn’t pooled enough cash for the traditional limo so we took photos in my living room before driving ourselves to dinner. It was a breezy Oregon night and I angsted over my outerwear until my dad emerged with a navy and white-striped blazer. I wore it over my shoulders outside of the dance and a piano-playing skater boy complimented my style.

 I’ve since worn it for a job interview at Paris Vogue and many a first date. In the winter, it’s a layer of warmth under my Barbour duster. During summer I wear it over shorts and a collared shirt during the day or an LBD at night. I love that my most versatile and frequently-worn item of clothing was once my dad’s. It’s oversized and ink-stained, carefully silk-lined with ample pockets. As I’ve just graduated college, it seems fitting to tell the story of the blazer now. Graduation time generally comes with a desperate grabbing of memorabilia. We scour the student store for class rings and shot glasses. Parents purchase photos of the graduation handshake and proudly display their progeny’s tangled tassels.

 At Harrow, a boarding school in England, boys typically leave for Oxford and Cambridge with an Old Harrovian tie, a marker of graduation and lifetime Harrow membership. In my dad’s words, “It shows you’re part of this elite club of privileged folk.” But my dad has never taken to ties, and he couldn’t see himself wearing one. So in the spring of 1968, he visited one of the tailors on the Harrow hill (still in operation today), Stevens, Billings & Edmonds, to find an alternative. “They found some cloth that was the same blue and white stripe of the Old Harrovian tie and I got them to make me up a jacket,” he remembers.

 This choice was representative of his entire time at Harrow. Though my dad’s family required his participation in traditional, elitist education, he never felt part of the in-crowd: “Being told what to do and not being told why I needed to do it has always been a difficult thing for me. And much of the education was about that: ‘Just do it because we’re telling you to.’”

 So rather than wearing a tie, my dad made the only Old Harrovian blazer. And I, an American woman with no allegiance to the British public school system, get to wear it.

 My dad says he’s “not really a rule-follower.” I’m proud to continue that tradition.                   

            —Ella Riley-Adams

Ella Riley-Adams does editorial and social media at Makers.com: women’s stories in video form.

Photos by James Neiley, shot at Gentry NYC