The lovely folks at SVT, the biggest television network in Sweden, has a show called "Fashion" hosted by Karin Withers and my reader Erich emailed me the bit where I made little cameo appearance.
Click HERE to watch their their Spring 2010 New York Fashion Week report.
Excuse my hoarsy voice. This was the time when all that traveling took toll in my system.
This is what Russian billionaire Roman Abramovich's lunch tab looks like.
Apparently there were 6 people in the said lunch though some said there were 10.
Roman also paid an additional $5,000 tip on top of the 20% automatic gratuity...
Fascinating, how the billionaires eat and live.
Sometimes I feel like I'm in the wrong line of work. I want to save money to go to the shows again next season. Perhaps I should consider waitressing?
Not in the third world, I guess.
luch tab via tmz
Look at what magically landed on my desk today. It's the 2009 Victoria's Secret Fashion Show invitation.
The angels are back in the big apple! Save the date y'all: November 19, 2009. Black Eyed Peas will make a special guest appearance!
For your time.... remember VS 2006? This is definitely one of my fave runway moments in the history of all shows. Natasha Poly WERQ!!!!
I always get chills running down my spine whenever I watch that video. And Karolina... go!
Blue is the colour of the night.
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.
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Beautiful show from Marc as always. Took this video of the final walkthrough. Ruffles! Flats! Sequins! I'd like to hear your thoughts on the new Marc Jacobs collection.
Meanwhile, I made a little cameo appearance here...
I'll tell you what happened backstage in a bit.
Moar pictures to follow!
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.
photo credit: vogue
After the Party by Jeremy Kost
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
desires.
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.
After the Party by Jeremy Kost
The Dactyl Foundation
64 Grand Street (between West Broadway and Wooster)
Tuesday, March 3, 2009 (from 7PM to 9:30PM)
afterparty at TriBeca Grand Hotel from 10PM til late.
RSVP to rsvp@dactyl.org
I wish I could say "see you there" but hello, I'm stuck here in cuckooland.
That's all!
polaroids by Jeremy Kost
Dirty Girl
Sometimes it's nice to let go and let your wild side take control. HAAAAAAAAA.
OMG there are incriminating pictures of me somewhere giving a lap dance to this really drunk guy at The Cock. I woke up the following day with his puke on my jeans. Gross... but priceless. I've never had so much fun in ages. Thank you for a wonderful night. Y'all know who you are.
photo credit: coacd
Douglas Perrett
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.
Isn't the internet amazing? Long-lasting friendships are instantly formed with a few keystrokes and clicks of a mouse button. When I first saw him in real life I swear to god it felt as if I've known him forever.
FYI, BIG shout out to the fashiiiin fags. HAAAAAAAAH!
That's all. Mwah mwah!
Alexander Wang
Club Sandwich at Norwood...
Fast forward to the V Man party at Chelsea Piers.
Yay! I'm a big fan of him and his work. Gurl's meteoric rise over the past few seasons is amazing; he's changing NYC scene with his distinct aesthetic. I love, love, LOVE Alexander Wang!
$8 and a Metrocard
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.
OH KAY.
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!
Good Shot, Bad Shot.
Good shot.
Bad shot.
BFFs for life. Carine Roitfeld ROCKS!
Meanwhile, I wish Aliona Doletskaya was here. :-(
Belated Valentine's Day
At long last. Internet superstars united! It's soo nice to finally have met my friends Valentine and Olga after all these years. I bumped into Valentine after the Marc show but yesterday was the first time we formally sat down for a chat. I love them so much! They popped by the hotel yesterday night for a quick drink. IMO, Olivia Palermo (who I'm fascinated by -- that gurl is flawless!!!) would NOT have a TV show without these two.
Hysterical!
Mark my words when I say we'll see each other again.
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