yellow fever

car coat: Geld Iaz, 2011 | skirt: Geld Iaz, 1998 | wrap: Loro Piana, 2006


this sweater/jacket is pretty easy to make, it’s basically a big square with two short tubes attached for sleeves. Geld Iaz gave up seasonal design long ago (it’s only swim/resort and evening now), but since this awful interminable inclemency seems determined to stick around, i finally gave in and made myself something appropriate for the nippy temperatures. generally i never do— i usually refuse to construct anything that acknowledges the existence of Winter, its mere presence in the world is horrid enough.

dinner at Asellina with Nick Rytting because his family is in town (with any luck, we may work with each other on something soon). normally the Gansevoort hotels are not my stilo at all, i like Asellina mostly because all the homies from La Esquina and Da Silvano are there. but i must admit the food is actually quite good.



dress: Geld Iaz, 2003 | jacket: Roberto Cavalli, 2005 | shoes: Dior, 2005 | bag: Fendi, 2007 | wrap: Loro Piana, 2006


this dress is actually this evening gown, dumbed down temporarily by removing all the beaded straps and whatnot and just replacing them with plain laces. oh it’s also the dress i’d described earlier, the very one where this woman at this wedding in the Hamptons wanted to go into the bathroom with me to try it on, remember? hee eheee yah i really don’t know what clients are thinking sometimes.

this jacket also has one butterfly stitched at the bottom of the left sleeve (only), i think it’s a very nice touch.

dinner at Miss Lily’s.


exercise in contrast

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. ]*


urchin chic

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.


bath mat

top: Geld Iaz, 2009 | vest: Ito, 2010 | leggings: RLX Ralph Lauren, 2009 | shoes: Giuseppe Zanotti, 2007 | bag: Yves St Laurent, 2008 | eyewear: Yves St Laurent, 2010


the forecast said 71˚ today but it actually hit 74˚! yay, you know what that means— Aperol Spritzers at my faaavorite outdoor cafe in all of NYC, Gusto Ristorante e Bar Americano on Greenwich Ave.

it’s so hot i’m actually sweating a bit in this little bath mat i’m wearing.



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.


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