Sunday, September 21, 2008

A model day

It's been a fashionable weekend. First a runway show a la the Triangle's emerging designers.  Then I headed off to the coast to model in a commercial.  Me on a platform, in a white dress, fans, birds, lights and loads of onlookers.  Ahh, the model life.

Off to round two, the more fashion-driven shots.  More to come later. Oh, and photographs too.

Monday, September 15, 2008

You gotta. . . Prada. . .

I believe "bag with a lotta stuff in it" is how Will Smith's lyric went. If I "gotta" Prada bag, who cares about the stuff in it. Especially if the bag is their new, destined to be cult favorite (already-seen on supermodel Miranda Kerr's arm) lace-trim bag. Why-oh-why can't I be part of that cult? When I first saw an image of the bag, in all its sex-kitten intrigue, I nearly fainted.

And speaking of sex-kitten intrigue, black lace is one of my very favorite fabrics. It's high in both romance and drama. Miuccia Prada's fall 2008 collection takes the youthful effect out of lace, replacing it with a sophisticated, even menacing appeal. Think bourgeois gone mad but in a subdued manner, like that dark, quiet girl in class. I'd like to be that quiet girl. Especially if it meant a rack of Prada's severely-feminine lace pencil skirts and peplum coats were hanging in perfect order in my closet. As always, her designs are the definition of strong femininity mixed with buttoned-up sex appeal. Thanks to those who know cleverly demure always wins over the obvious.

And my love affair with Prada deepens. . .

Friday, September 12, 2008

La Vie Boheme lives on.

The lights on Broadway are dimmer now that Rent, play-turned-philosophy, closed Sunday, September 7th. But thanks to the inspiring words and sensational cast, we're armed with the mantra of La Vie Boheme: To more than one dimension. . . no absolutes. . . curry Vindaloo (for you kb). . . emotion, devotion, to causing a commotion. Here's to Jonathon Larson and his transforming vision who taught us how to live in America at the end of the millennium. Here's to measuring your life in love.

And to pay homage to a perfect New York evening I had earlier in 2008: A snapshot of Restaurant Florent (another shuttered New York treasure). With "a thousand sweet kisses" we bid adieu.

In my next life

I'd like to come back as a magazine editor.
Or her.

Thursday, September 11, 2008

A taste of fashion in the Triangle

If you can't beat them (the NYFW go-er's, that is), join them. And that's what a crowd of designers, stylists, and fashion-lovers did Sunday at Poole's Diner, the same day DVF and JT wowed the crowds at Bryant Park. Check out all of the photos from the FashionSPARK Fundraising Brunch here. If you still haven't got your full-fashion fix - and why would you have? - show up Friday, September 19th at Moore Square for the runway show featuring the FashionSPARK 2008 designers.

Leaving you with a delicious favorite.

Friday, September 5, 2008

Be the change. . . and welcome to Fashion Week

Gandhi's oft-quoted "Be the change you want to see in the world" has never looked so lovely as it does stitched en Francais on Rachel Roy's slim sheath. It's pure perfection, as well as a gentle reminder, and a witty way to kick off New York Fashion Week.

I'll be there in spirit of course, but plan on celebrating in absentia listening to MGMT's Kids and wishing it was already spring 2009 and that I was wearing Roy's cool confection below. Enjoy the tents.

Tuesday, September 2, 2008

Good Morning Upper East Siders.

It's back. The delightfully vicious, deliciously meta, well-dressed world of Gossip Girl. Who doesn't love a good scandal, a lover's reunion, cat fight, or [white] party where the beautiful people quotient is challenged only by the designer clothing count? Um, no one that I know. Add society style icon (and someone who looks to be genuinely nice) Tinsley Mortimer to the mix and you've got the guest list for my 30th Birthday Bash.

I could admit this long before last night's premier, but Gossip Girl has permanently knocked (or designer handbag walloped) The Hills off my guilty pleasure list. A.) I don't fear I'm losing brain cells by watching it, and B.) It's just better. Josh Schwartz, I'd follow you to any teen-centric drama.

And yes, a guilty pleasure it still is. Even with the literary cameo by Jay McInerney (Bright Lights, Big City), the soap and all of its excess is just pure, entertaining pleasure. No higher meaning there. And what's wrong with that?

You know you love it.