Garance Doré (and Scott Schuman, in audience) at a seminar at the Fashion Institute of Technology
pullover: Ilaria Nistri, 2010 | pants: Geld Iaz, 1998 | rain boots: Jeffrey Campbell, 2010 | bag: GF by Gianfranco Ferre, 2008 | eyewear: Fiction, 2010
omg guess who i met! Garance Doré! **squeeeeee**
AND i met Scott Schuman too! **squeeeeeeee** again. (they are so cute it’s ridiculous.)
it was raining so i wore the karma galoshes, maybe they even bring good luck!
dinner at Nuela afterward, since it’s so close by. a lot of the really good stuff— like the foie gras balls that Sam Sifton is too stupid to eat in one bite even though they were like the size of fucking M&M’s, the bacalau fritters, and the sea urchin ceviche— is gone. this is what happens when you don’t play food politics and haven’t spent enough time kissing the retarded food press‘s ass. you can no longer afford to keep the best stuff (and staff) in house, because there’s not enough demand for it. muther fukkers.
*[ UPDATE: By request, this post has been modified to facilitate searches for the following commentary below on Shala Monroque and Larry Gagosian. ]*
jacket: Junya Watanabe, 2005 | teeshirt: American Apparel, 2009 | leggings: Forever 21, 2008 | boots: Burberry Prorsum, 2010 | eyewear: Gucci, 2005 | bag: Yves St Laurent, 2008 | hat: All Saints, 2010
yea this is my irritated wtf-yesterday-was-74-degrees-and-today-it’s-41-fucking-degrees look. i stole this jacket from sweetie, but it’s okay because i still let him wear it every once in awhile. the parka and blazer are actually attached as one piece. it’s even reversible– if you turn it inside out, instead of an orange parka under a black blazer, it looks like a black blazer under a green parka. it’s pretty funky.
jacket: B by Burton, 2011 | pants: B by Burton, 2011 | boots: Burton, 2009 | mittens: Burton, 2011 | hat: Villawool, 2009 | goggles (all): Oakley, 2011
days three, four, and five: stayed at a NorthStar Lodge cabin. we had more food and wine than we knew what to do with— this is what happens when you travel with food professionals.
in all fairness, i didn’t pick out any of this cool gear, my friend did— apparently she is the Burton queen, she has the special membership card and everything (her posse is all former Olympian and master snow riders and whatnot, i am not even kidding). and i must have looked pretty smokin or something, cuz i kept getting compliments from everybody all over the mountain.
the non-foodpro segment of our party are hotshots in the snow-gear business, so we were rolling PX all weekend long, it was pretty awesome.
dress: Geld Iaz, 1997 | jeans (underneath): Gap, 2004 | coat: LGB, 2004 | shoes: All Saints, 2009 | bag: Yves St Laurent, 2008 | eyewear: Yves St Laurent, 2010
look, it’s the flesh mesh dress mess: the original.
just running some errands.
jacket: Rick Owens Lilies, 2010 | top: Geld Iaz, 2010 | leggings: Forever 21, 2009 | shoes: Yves St Laurent, 2009 | eyewear: Fiction, 2010
drinks at Imperial No 9. dinner at Miss Lily’s.
jacket: A.B.S., 2009 | pants: Adrienne Vittadini, 1991 | top: Geld Iaz, 2009 | wrap: Geld Iaz, 1996 | fedora: Borsalino, 2009
you’d probably think one would need only one good tuxedo jacket, but when you finally find one you absolutely looove (and pay somewhat dearly for it as a result), you might discover yourself wanting to save it for very special occasions only, because you’re deathly afraid of ruining or overexposing it or something. and then suddenly you’d realize you actually need two tuxedo jackets— one for "every day" use of course. imagine that. well this is my "every day" tuxedo jacket. i’m just sayin.
drinks at "the Boom Boom." dinner at Imperial No. 9.
jacket: Demoo, 2007 | t-shirt: H&M, 2010 | skirt: Geld Iaz, 1997 | shoes: Dior, 2005 | bag: Francesco Biasia, 2008
early drinks at the Bowery Hotel. the big topic of discussion was John Galliano getting fired from Dior. imagine throwing your whole life away over one utterly stupid remark? what a shame. what a waste.