Much is being made in the recent media that of Pantone's edict that the color iron is the "new black" this fall season. But what of the rest of the spectrum we'll be covering our walls and our selves in during the second half of the year?

So much fuss over what the broads were wearing to the Academy Awards Sunday night, right?
What of the men? I thrilled at the sight of a couple of friends who hit the Kodak Theater looking much more charming than the march of Hugo Boss and Giorgio Armani penguins (famous and foxy as many of them might be) dominating the scene.

As any one with a newspaper, TV or radio knows by now, Penélope Cruz not only took the prize for best supporting actress at Sunday 81st Academy Awards—she was the first Spanish-born actress to score an Oscar win.

The Independent Spirit Awards vowed to be a zero-waste event, from the biodiesel generators powering the ocean-side tented site to the locally-sourced banquet for the 1,500 glorified guests.

It goes without saying the A+R team is among the best-looking and talented anywhere. Case in point is our warehouse assistant Itaru de la Vega. The towering brunette with two Spanish parents is half of the bluesy indie rock band Rumspringa.

As life rushes forward, falconry seems all the more sublime, a pursuit rich of mores and requiring mettle. It's not for the faint of body or soul, making it no surprise that it so appeals to Nicki Griffith, Andy's younger sister.

Like the onslaught of cheap-n-chic retailers chasing after every luxe designer, museums continue the sprint toward showcasing fashion. Who can fault them?

Who ever believes sole searching is a women’s rite, has not met my Andy or his London friend Sam Anthony. Both men spent the better part of tea gabbing about the cuts of their favorite brogues and the varying undersurface treatments of desert and chukka boots (ie.

We woke up in London today to a thick blanket of snow. And like L.A. when it rains, the city shut down. Ok, so maybe it was quite a bit more extreme.

If the high-octane exuberance of Christian Lacroix didn’t live up to his past efforts with his Spring 2009 couture presentation, there was still plenty of magic. The program notes for the afternoon show titled “The Designs of her Nature” broke down in terms that both rebelled against and recognized the bleak world outside the Centre Pompidou, where the show was held last week.