plum.

burberry prorsum fall 2010.

cobalt is the new fuchsia

some highlights so far from fashion week; animal rights activists need not apply. fur, leather, glamour.


so - the looks. here's how i judge:
is it foxy? could it get me hired, fired, punched, propositioned?
if yes, then i want it.

behnaz sarafpour



oscar de la renta





doo.ri


jill stuart



luca luca








also: cobalt is the new hot pink; adjust accordingly.


jill stuart



temperley


narciso rodriguez


monique lhuillier




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cuckoo couture

it's that time again. fashion fashion fashion!

hits from the paris couture shows:

DIOR

garden party girls and geishas.

like costumes from a late 40s movie in which an american heiress moves to kyoto and goes insane.










go go galliano!


GAULTIER

this show is best summed up by the pop rock poets of our generation, the red hot chili peppers.

the song?
catholic school girls rule!









In the class she's taking notes
Just how deep deep is my throat
Mother Mary don't you know
She's got eyes like Marylin Monroe

Catholic school girls rule!

From the cross she's raised her head
This is what the sister said
Give no love until you're wed
Live no life until you're dead

The good book says we must suppress
The good book says we must confess
But who cares what the good book says
Cause now she's taking off her dress

Catholic school girls rule!

Lead us into temptation
We are pure divine creation
Talkin about my generation
Injected with the seed of emaculation
Catholic!

watch the gaultier show here, and the dior show here.

for previous girlhattan fashion or runway coverage, click here or here.


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futureshock

seen on coacd: the balenciaga show

SO HOT

skinny metallic RED pants

STORMTROOPER legs

C3PO legs

i fucking love it

but wait - there's more!

ah yes. where was i?


remnants:



cloak runway show

also: view a shadowy, silent snippet of the last walk below....







concept henry & tsuyoshi at the cloak show




very blurry jared leto at the cloak show.



kate moss' huge ass.




edna dining at chinatown brasserie.




what else?

thursday i went to a dot com party with hrh.

we traveled all the way down into the bowels of manhattan past the ancient fraunces tavern to the downtown auditorium on broad street. lovely space, nice cocktails, great band.






after the party we had dinner at lucky strike, ran into king tee and friend, then went to the soho grand for the studio sofield party.

the penthouse lofts, designed by bill sofield, are just gorgeous. my pictures do not do them justice. airy, with huge decks.







this is the view from the north penthouse. cinematic mist hanging over midtown provided by the mother nature.




there was lots of champagne.






hrh was too busy chatting to notice that this bear was in love with him.






the bear cried a little inside.






boys boys everywhere.




matthew.




matthew's horny keychain.




matthew's paul smith sneaker shoes.





the wallpaper in the bathroom.




the floral arrangement in the bathroom.




the sham pain in the bathroom - mini bottles of veuve.





hrh took my camera whilst i took a call.




the view from the south loft's south deck - looking south.



the view east from the south deck.







party people.





dessert.





dancefloor.




i was tipsy and went back to the bathroom for a private photo shoot.




champagne makes pictures better.



on my way home, i found five bucks. what a great night!


saturday i did some gallery hopping in chelsea.



what if i don't want to learn guitar?




we ate at the park.




i heart warhol.




gabriel could care less.








we also saw some richard serra, nir hod and hai bo.




we also stopped to eat at pop burger and i saw anderson cooper walk by, le sigh!

then the sun went down.


later i took a car service to the water taxi beach in queens for poogene's birthday.




the view was spectacular, but i got sand in my shoes.

still, drinking under the stars with a gorgeous view of manhattan and a DJ pumping tunes was really nice.








poo was really happy. he'd spent the day surfing.

workhorse gave me a ride to manhattan on the back of his vespa. it was really quite lovely to speed through the midtown tunnel; the white tile, white lighting and gentle hum of the scooter made it feel like i was in a movie about the future and everything was going to be ok.

we went to a random party with random people on some random street. taxi!



we ended up at chorus karaoke in koreatown. then i really did feel like i was living in the future. all silver and glass with circles everywhere. some portholes are windows, some are filled with pictures of pop stars... it was very surreal. the controller for the karaoke machine was like a device to pilot a spaceship, and it was bigger than a george foreman grill. you had to hold it in two hands and all of the text was in korean. good times.











as we were leaving chorus, supermodel alessandra ambrosio was coming in with a few friends. nothing like seeing a gorgeous brazilian at 4am to make you feel like it's time to call it a night.

i shared a cab with this kid mike and we were chatting so much in the taxi he was all, "should we have one last drink?" i said, sure! but of course when we got out of the cab we realized it was 4:30 and past last call. so we had breakfast instead, and then i was finally home at 6:00 am.

sunday i saw the black dahlia. craptastic.

as always, more later.