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.
pullover: Ilaria Nistri, 2010 | pants: Geld Iaz, 1998 | boots: Fendi, 2010
even though the sky was bright and sunny, the weather forecast said 80% chance of rain by sunset. so everything i wore this day was 100% waterproof, it all looks sorta leathery but really it’s all rubber. and wouldn’t you know it didn’t rain a drop the entire day or night.
brunch at my second faaavorite restaurant in all of NYC, Centro Vinoteca.
jacket: Alessandro dell’Acqua, 2003 | pants: Geld Iaz, 2002 | eyewear: Yves St Laurent, 2010 | shoes: Dior, 2005 | bag: Luba J, 2006
look, the famous "big cheetah pants." oops i just tried to find a hyperlink to those stories but they’ve already been moved. i’ll find them eventually.
late lunch / early drinks at my faaavorite restaurant in all of NYC, Gusto Ristorante e Bar Americano on Greenwich Ave.
jacket: ? (Seoul), 2007 | skirt: Geld Iaz, 1999 | boots: Sportmax, 2010 | eyewear: street vendor, 2006 | bag: Fendi, 2007
happened across these old pair of shades i bought years ago from a street vendor (for $6) just because i liked the tint of the lenses and frame (even though i already owned a good dozen pair of designer sunglasses). i’d brought them home and played with them, adding some spare rhinestones i had, to jazz them up a wee bit. so aha haa i decided to sport them for Fashion Week, as something of a fashion-lover/hater’s anti-Fashion statement. they’re kinda neat actually, they make everything glow this great golden hue, so it seems like the sun is shining even when it’s not. which is not a bad way to cheer yourself up, like light-therapy or something.
the thing about Fashion Week is you’re often obliged to go places and be fashionable even when you aren’t in the mood. and there’s lots of walking, because so much is crammed into one day and of course the taxicabs are scarce. don’t let the amateur fashionistas fool you—- during Fashion Week it’s really the comfy flat shoes that are your best friend.
i’m only showing a few photos from the shows, because you can see pictures like this everywhere (even in ads and whatnot). whenever other style bloggers i like post runway shots, i get irritated and bored— it’s always the bloggers’ own personal styles i find most intriguing. to me, these people make Anna Wintour— like, totally obsolete.
coat: Vivienne Westwood Anglomania, 2009 | pants: Stella McCartney for Adidas, 2009 | hat: Monarchy, 2009 | eyewear: Chanel, 2005 | hoodie: RLX Ralph Lauren, 2010 | shoes: Fendi, 2010
when i graduated from college in 1990, i gave up black. it came to me in an epiphany one day when i opened up my closet and saw nothing but typical teenage despondence. and so for decades afterward i turned my back on black, i hardly ever went near the pigment except in the Spring of 1997 when Tom Ford and Donna Karan had practically every discerning client of mine desperately begging for it. then sometime around 2009, in the midst of a seemingly pointless never-ending war, the global economic and financial-systems meltdown, and persistent corruption in the government of the most powerful nation in the world, somehow black became appealing to me again. last year, in 2010, nearly every single article of clothing i purchased was black. go figure. if this brutal winter ever lets up, it might be time to live in color again.
coat: Moncler, 2010 | pants: Geld Iaz, 1998 | boots: Gianni Bravo, 2006 | eyewear: Yves St Laurent, 2010
i’m sure i wasn’t the only one who appreciated the sunshine-that-it-seems-we-haven’t-felt-in-months. the streets and stores and restaurants and whatnot all seemed quite bustling yesterday, everybody was out and about despite the still-freezing temperature.
drinks at "the Boom Boom" at Standard Hotel. although on certain nights when you’re feeling festive or have friends visiting from out of town, it’s undoubtedly quite nice to be one of "the chosen" at a place where "people are all the same [and… everybody knows your name]" — it’s actually the earlier hours at the Boom i really love the best, i don’t care what anybody says. ha ha ahaa oh okay who am i kidding, i wouldn’t trade my elite nocturnal status for all the early-hour democracy in the world. this is true.