It’s no secret Los Angeles is nirvana among vintage fans. It’s why John Galliano, Nicolas Ghesquière or mini legions of minions from Ralph Lauren or Victoria’s Secret can be found picking through the city’s second-hand boutiques or costume warehouses.
What could be better than leaping across the stage at the Lincoln Center? If you’re a dance enthusiast like designer Magda Berliner, it’s actually seeing one of your dresses under the spotlights and in action.
If a recent visit to the La Jolla studio of Zandra Rhodes reminded me of anything, it’s that life is too temporary not to take risks—and that means always living as you are.
A palatable tension suffused the packed auditorium at the Los Angeles County Museum of Art Monday night when Patricia Field deemed she not only considered costume designers and stylists cut from the same cloth—that she preferred being called a stylist.
It’s always marvelous, as well as a relief, when the victors of any contest are truly the most deserving. In the case of last night’s Council of Fashion Designers of America Awards, (most of) the winner’s circle couldn’t be more entitled.
Yves is no more.
The fashion legend died Sunday at his home in Paris. He was 71.
For a full obit, read today's WWD.
For a full and glorious telling of the icon's life, read Alicia Drake's bio on YSL and Karl Lagerfeld and the excess of their intertwined lives in "The Beautiful Fall."
Or watch last year's documentary, "Yves Saint Laurent – His Life and Times/5 Avenue Marceau 75116 Paris.
