Tag Archives: CHANEL

art works

top: Geld Iaz, 2002 | pants: Adidas, 2010 | shoes: Donna Karan, 2011 | eyewear: Chanel, 2004

 

aww look, it’s a Nick Walker on the side of a nightclub in the Meatpacking District. ha ha ahaa, remember awhiles back when there was all this hubbub about a Nick Walker on the the side of this restaurant in Greenwich Village? but Gawker kept calling it a Banksy, and i was the one who pointed out they’re wrong, and then Gothamist took the information out of Gawker’s comments section trying to act all smart an’shit as if they actually knew it was a Nick Walker, without crediting me as the source who initially pointed out it’s really not a Banksy? and how the whole hubbub actually started in the first place because Eater was so fucking stupid?

ahh, good times good times.

drinks at Dream Hotel Downtown. dinner at Marble Lane.

 

evil

top: Geld Iaz, 2001 | pants: Missoni, 2011 | eyewear: Chanel, 2004 | bag: Missoni, 2011

 

sigh.

dude, don’t even get me started. all i’m going to say is: there is seriously some sick twisted shit going on in the world right now. how some people can even sleep at night and then look at themselves in the mirror come morning is completely beyond me.

[ and no i am not talking about stupid fucking Casey Anthony geezus fucking christ. ]

 

running shoes

dress: Geld Iaz, 1998 | shoes: Yves St Laurent, 2010 | eyewear: Chanel, 2005

 

no, seriously though— this is the very first time i wore these classic YSL Tributes since i got them last year, and they are, without a doubt, the most comfortable pair of (5.75 inch) stilettos i have ever donned (and i have worn me some heels boy, believe that). i practically jogged in them this day, i am not even kidding.

wow i really love them.

 

if you build it

jacket: Maurice Jones for Geld Iaz, 1997 | pants: RLX Ralph Lauren, 2009 | eyewear: Chanel, 2004

 

yes this jacket is the black version of the brown "safari" jacket i wore the other day. i got them both in 1997 when a tailor named Maurice Jones brought wholesale samples he’d made to Geld Iaz. i’d talked him down to about 40% of what he’d asked and agreed to buy the two samples to see if they garnered any interest with my clients. then i kinda forgot about them, and i never heard from Maurice Jones ever again. his buttons were a tad ugly so i removed them all and replaced the three front buttons with much nicer ones and ended up just keeping them both for myself.

 

nylon pile-on

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.

 

 

the war on snow

hat: Zamir, 2006 | jacket: Alessandro dell’Acqua, 2004 | eyewear: Chanel, 2005 | leggings: Adidas, 2010 | boots: Dior, 2005

 

back in late December, we had a major snowstorm. and it was a mess. there were buses backed up for dozens of blocks all the way up Fifth Ave. and everybody complained about what a disaster it was, the streets weren’t plowed for days in some cases. since i don’t have a car it really didn’t affect me that much, i generally walk everywhere anyway. so when everybody else got pissed, all i could think was: well, Mayor Bloomberg did say the city is toe-up, and apparently snow costs "a million dollars an inch." and then the mayor’s approval rating evidently went way down. and so the media joked that this time around he’d declared a "war on snow." (ha ha haa that’s pretty funny actually.) well, we must have won the war. it doesn’t seem that anyone is buried in avalanches today.

(i’m pretty sure the lost income to the city from all the snow-hobbled businesses actually ends up costing more than a million an inch but whatever.)