There is only one man in the world who can make me walk for miles and miles and miles (without me whining) and it’s my friend P. I remember on my last day in NYC back in February, we walked the city for 10 hours non-stop. We first met earlier this year and it’s nice seeing him again last month and this time around.
Peter Som, surprisingly, is one of my favourite collections in New York. I’ve been to a few presentations at Milk Studios during Mercedes Benz Fashion Week and I really enjoyed his. It was a beautiful presentation with the models interacting, some even smiling, when you point your camera to them. And the clothes? There’s the element of fun and youth to them and the looks were very, very well-put together. I thought the styling itself was inspirational. Spectacular! These are easy to wear, well-made garments in some of the most amazing fabrics. I wanted to touch them. Also, some of the sweaters were to die for — you know me, I have a MAJOR weakness for anything striped! There’s a quirky feel to the looks, yes, however, one thing thing remain distinct: the finishing was so exquisite it gave the whole collection a sophisticated polish.
Don’t even get me started with some of the accessories. I, along with several people I met throughout the presentation were swooning with the gorgeous necklaces and bracelets.
Earlier this year before my grandmother passed away, I fought tooth and nail with a local dry cleaner who ruined one of my garments. They managed to rectify the damage they have done however, some of it is still visible. In the end, I got compensated half of what I asked for. Although it wasn’t the solution I wanted, it was better than nothing. A few friends told me I was lucky. Some dry cleaners won’t shell out a single penny; the most they’ll give you is a smile or a half-baked apology.
Anyway, I came across Madame Paulette’s website earlier this morning. They are based in New York and specialize in cleaning high-end clothes. Remember Melania Knauss in that ginormous, 50-pound Christian Dior haute couture wedding gown from the Empress Sisi/Fall-Winter 2004 collection?
Well, she commissioned Madame Paulette to restore her wedding gown. Watch this video. This is how they clean haute couture.
Isn’t it amazing how technologically-advanced dry cleaners are overseas? Madame Paulette had me on the blacklights! How I wish local dry cleaners are sophisticated like that.
Calling all my folks in NYC — be sure to pop by and support my friend Jeremy Kost's event TONIGHT at The Dactyl Foundation. I love Jeremy. I really do. He's soo hot alright but yeah, I'm a super big fan of his work and it was an honor to have my polaroid taken when I went there two weeks ago.
From his press release: set to open March 3rd, Dactyl Foundation presents "After the Party,"
an exhibition featuring the art and photography of Jeremy Kost. The
show is curated by Tim Goossens of P.S. 1. Known on the New York
circuit as “the Polaroid artist,” Kost creates art with his tried and
true Polaroid camera. His Polaroids are about power and desire; whether
it is obtained or not, the works presented lend to the notions of
instant gratification, restraint and the overall fulfillment of
The results of the photo sessions take the form of one-of-a-kind
Polaroid grids and collages. The Polaroid images allow for instant
gratification thanks to their quick development, but at the same time
the observer is left with a certain craving. Certain of the artist’s
feelings, they are perfectly conveyed in the essence of the Polaroids:
he is at once self-involved and far-removed. The offhand
whirr-whirr-whirr of Polaroids – push, click, eject; push, click, eject
- ideally suits them to be parts of greater photographic wholes:
rectangular tessellations in many-eyed mosaics.
I'm SO happy meeting COACD's Douglas Perrett. As you know, COACD aka Confessions of a Casting Director is one of the very few blogs I religiously follow over the past few years. Douglas has great eye when it comes to some of the world's freshest faces and future fashion heavyweights aplenty have appeared on his blog before their stars shine bright, no wonder industry insiders, models and modelizers keep track of his website. I honestly thought April Fools came early when he included the non-model me on his top faces of 2008 — I mean COME ON!!!! — but yes, I'm super honored with the very kind gesture on his part.
I laughed so hard when I saw this photo a few hours ago at the gorgeous V Man website. Why? Well, the first thing that came to my mind was good ol’ fashion TOKENISM. Chanel Iman is dat chu? Jourdan Dunn is dat chu? Just kidding.
What a nightmare. Lemme retrace what I did before — I remember going to Beige at Bowery Bar, the Cock and Urge the other night for some good ol’ trashtastic gay night. I stopped by a convenience store after for a quick sandwich. I got up yesterday at 9:30AM, dumped all my crap inside my bag and went out for a quick stroll around town. Fast forward to 5PM, I was gonna take a cab to go to an ATM and Michael Angel presentation and when I
looked at my bag, my small red Vuitton epi wallet is gone. With
everything inside. IDs, plastic, cash. How or where I lost it I have no
idea. The only thing I had left were eight $1 bills scattered around my bag and a week-long metrocard which I’ve only used once.
Funny how JD Ferguson called me on the phone to ask where I’m at and I told him I really don’t know… I’m inside the train and I could see a bridge on the window. He said “gurl you’re in Brooklyn.” Then my phone batteries went out. An hour and a half of painful walking and subway rides, I finally made it at Michael Angel.
Remember how I got attacked by those PETA activists in Paris three years ago and they ruined my chinchilla? Well, this is the worst. Wallet lost, phone died, left my camera batteries in my room and stuck in a god damn train in Brooklyn. I wore Missoni, Vuitton fur and Birkin bag with nothin but $8 and a metrocard. What would you do if you were in my shoes? I wanted to cry in the train but all these people were looking at me like I’m some kind of freak. It’s gonna take more than a miracle at this point. I’ve already started fielding some calls. Desperate times, desperate measures — time to go to
Craiglist and advertise my “$ervice$” (what $ervice$) perhaps? Yikes!