Archive for April, 2009
Time Mag’s Design 100
Tonight! Audrey Bernstein’s Sexy Bacio
Once upon a time, there was a Les Deux Café that was the epitome of louche living, in that fabulously tarnished Hollywood sort of way. Tucked away off the boulevard, we’d spend long nights there under the jasmine in the grand patio, supping on loup de mer and rosé, our rusty folding French patio chairs bumping up against those at adjacent tables, jampacked with the likes of Kim Gordon, Sofia Coppola and then-hubby Spike Jonze (yea, that was once upon a time), Vinnie Gallo, Phillip Noyce and Rick Owens, whose other half Michelle Lamy was the grand dame of this old house-turned-hideaway.
[…]News Alert: Charming in The NYT Styles!
Raven Kauffman Lets it Fly
For all the ballyhoo about It bags, I’ve rarely if ever found any of the hyper-touted totes that are really, truly, well, It. They’re either dated before they hit the shelves, or so festooned with distinguishing lariats, studs, bells and whistles that it all comes off as a jumbled joke.
[…]Haute on the Heels
Happy Earth Day
T is for Timber, Of a Sort
The Design edition of The New York Times T Magazine is out. On the way to Coachella yesterday, the mag made for useful reading. While we already carry many of the newest items featured, including the Future Flora lamps, as always we devoured the features and delicious photography.
[…]On TV Tonight: “Grey Gardens” Imagined
Tickled Pink and Blue for Coach’s Bonnie Cashin Redux
Rachel Pally to a Tee
A Diamond Dog’s Life
See You Tonight at Diamond Dogs…
The Lady Tigra, Ann Magnuson & Co. Blow Our Minds!
Arlo Weiner, Boy Brummel
It's not the first story on pint-sized dandy Arlo Weiner, but today's feature on the 8-year-old "clothespony" of 'Mad Men' creator Matthew Weiner and architect Linda Brettler in The Los Angeles Times' Image section, is as entertaining to read as its subject is to watch (and gape I did when writer Adam Tschorn pointed him out to me at a recent party).
[…]L.A.’s Valentine to Valentino
As Gwyneth Paltrow kept a legion of photographers clamoring over there, Anne Hathaway passed another throng of flickering press, arm in arm with the true superstar who merited all of this wildly unfamiliar pomp and circumstance Wednesday evening at the Los Angeles County Museum of Art, Valentino Garavani.
[…]The Crusty Edge
Connecting the dots of a developing cultural trend is an irresistible compulsion that I can at least write off as part of the job.
So even if the link ties only two points (as of yet, at least), spotting the reference to "crust" as inspiration for two parties in two very different arenas, and different parts of the globe, seemed like the start of something.