Poor Lyle Maltz. The guy just can’t catch a break on his birthday. A few years ago, when we tried to celebrate his special day with a dinner in London, a friend got a text — as we were singing happy birthday and he was just inhaling the big breath to blow out the candles — that Michael Jackson had just died. Talk about kill. The next year, a good friend had a baby on June 25th, his birthday, and stole his thunder. And then yesterday, as we were getting ready for his birthday dinner at Macao Trading Company just below Canal Street (fabulous Porteguese-Chinese fusion restaurant), my brother called to say that his wife had gone into labor four weeks early. Argh! Usurped again! (And why are all these babies being born on this bloody day anyway?) Well, turns out Lyle’s perspective on the whole affair was the more births the merrier, and the night was fun filled and fabulous.
That’s my father, Bill, who is apparently feeling like a pimp in his retirement. Here he is with Karlie and Hilary
Sophia, Jen and me before dinner
A good St. Louis crew: Brian, Lauren and Karlie
Marni, Sharon, Nate and Leigh
Group shot: Karlie, me, Sophia, Lyle, Ben and my Momma
The birthday boy and his parents, Pamela and Dr. David
I first met Sophie Sumner at a friend’s birthday party in Oxfordshire, England. My memories on said birthday party are still a little hazy (I remember climbing a tree and running from an old Volkswagon at some point), but I can clearly recall thinking Sophie was silly and fabulous. We’ve bumped into each other a few times since then, including when I filmed a little cameo on this season’s cycle of America’s Next Top Model, which she ended up winning. (Congratulations!) But the last time I saw her, she told me about her pink poodle. When I realized she wasn’t joking and that she really did have a pink poodle, I decided to find out more.
Sophie, tell me who is this pretty pink friend of yours?
This is Pink Darcy Dog, she is a very friendly loveable maltipoo!
Forgive my canine ignorance, but what is a maltipoo?
A maltese and a poodle cross, of course.
When did you get her? And did she come pink, or did that happen by magic?
I have had her for a year now. When I was raising money for cancer research my groomer suggested he could dye Darcy pink, which I thought would be a fun and innovative way of raising money. I can’t believe how much attention she is getting!
I know! Maybe I should dye my hair pink. Or do you think Darcy is more popular for other reasons?
Well, she is the friendliest dog and she has the best temperament. I don’t think anyone can resist her pink charm, and she does have a rather amusing Twitter account (@pinkdarcydog), which I think helps in world of dog popularity.
I know you’re doing this to raise awareness. Awareness of what? (And why is this cause important to you?)
I am trying to raise £5,000 for breast cancer research. I think we can all touch on a time when we have known somebody who has struggled with the pitfalls of cancer. I would also like to get Darcy involved with children’s charities; she has such a friendly nature and loves being around people. I think she can make so many people happy and brighten up what may not be the best of days.
Where does she live? What her hobbies?
She has just got her puppy passport so she is a dog of travels, living all round the place! Her favourite thing is stretching, she loves to stretch, she also surprisingly likes the pub as its always busy and full of people. She loves the attention she gets on her walks. She also likes chasing those pesky pigeons.
My dog is called Monster, but he’s just black. Could they be friends anyway?
Oh, absolutely. I think Darcy and Monster would be a great duo, like Bonnie and Clyde, but minus that whole bank robbing and getting shot at the end nonsense.
And how do we learn more about what she’s going to be up to?
Follow Darcy at @PinkDarcyDog, she updates you with her tales –
Or do you mean tails?
My friend, sometimes wife, and full time stylist Leith Clark can be described with a variety of P words. She is Prim. Proper. Precise. And I’d even venture to say Persnickety. She was married this weekend in a ceremony that was Perfect. (And for the record, the lucky man she married, James Hatt, is PrettyPerfect too.) I hope that the rest of their lives together can be as magical as the day they got hitched. Lots of love.
Female trouble: Mary, Luella, Valentine, Tennessee, Karen and Alexa
Erdem and me
The wondrous Karen Elson on the mic for the first song
The bride, Kiki and me
When I was a teenager and I decided to move to New York, I had a very awkward conversation with my mother about the sorts of, err, sticky situations I could get in when I moved to the big city. The general jist was for me, please, under no circumstances should I find myself in a situation where I’m undressing for some guy holding a camera in a seedy hotel room. Well, that’s exactly what the people at Mr. Porter asked me to do for their ‘The Way I Dress’ series. Which made me a little skeptical. But then when they said it was the same hotel room that Michael Fassbender filmed some of those epic-is-it-really-art-or-is-this-just-really-classy-porn from the film ‘Shame,’ which made me into it. So, what the hell, I did it. Here’s the video. (Please note: I’m using my sexy voice.)
In front of St. James Palace. I knew I was meeting Prince Charles that night (firm handshake, polite speaker, good jokes), which is why I thought there was no way around a three-piece suit.
Much to my chagrin, I missed the Queen’s Jubilee celebrations this year in London. (Which was maybe a good thing: Everyone I spoke to that was here acknowledged the occasion by going on a four day bender.) So I was only too happy to have replaced that Queen-ly experience with a Prince, and a bunch of fashion queens. This weekend was the first ever London Men’s Fashion Weekend, the British Fashion Council’s stab at creating its own menswear exhibition like the ones in Paris and Milan later this month. The festivities were kicked off by Prince Charles himself at a cocktail party at St. James Palace, where the Prince resides. He was an effective, endearing and amazing host. In an off-the-cuff speech, he laughed that it took him “65 bleeding years” to be called a mens fashion icon, and then ranted off on his knowledge of mens suiting and promotion of the British wool trade. “The cutter is a terribly important part,” he said of making suits. “If he doesn’t get it right, it falls apart. Literally.” Alright, Chuck!
The shows took off the following day, and they were mainly young designers that populate the colorful London fashion scene. I had a similar note as many of the other editors in attendance: Where were the big guns? Where was Paul Smith, and McQueen? Burberry did a few cocktail parties, but it would have nice to have been reminded of the titans of the British fashion industry as well as the young kids who make it so lively. It’s my anticipation that the big guys come in as the weekend grows into a bigger, better beast.
In addition to the shows, there were drinks. Lots of them. After all, this is London, a town that knows it’s way around a pint glass. But possibly most important there was a sense of excitement and merriment, which are so often lost in fashion promotions. I loved this weekend, and genuinely hope that it takes off. I’ll be back in January for the second one, and hopefully other editors and designers will be too.
Following the Prince Charles cocktail party, a few friends and I headed to (where else?) the pub for a pint. It seemed like the British thing to do
A fellow American: Tommy Hilfiger and his lovely wife Dee at a cocktail party they hosted at Scotch
One major label that did show during British Fashion Weekend was TOPMAN. Bright and colorful, they attempted to bring back from favorite trend from the 1980s: biker shorts. My friend Miles was in the show, and this is him backstage
Alexa Chung is one of Britain’s most fashionable exports, so it was only appropriate that she would be here this weekend. Not sure how appropriate it was for us to play in the curtains at lunch, but we did it anyway.
Favorite restaurant in London: The Wolseley. Three of my favorite women in London: Dree Hemingway, Katie Grand and Pixie Geldolf
Two of London’s smartest fashionable women, Lulu Kennedy and Sarah Mower, on Grosvenor Square
On the second night of the collections, Tom Ford hosted a dinner at the restaurant 34. I had the good fortune of sitting with Daphne Guinness during the cocktail hour. I didn’t realize until someone told me on Twitter that she was wearing the same Tom Ford dress that Gwyneth Paltrow wore to the Oscars because, with Daphne, whatever she wears is so completely transformed into her own world that it becomes her own garment the second she puts it on. My favorite detail of this particular look? I long gold necklace with a big lobster which she wore backwards, so it crawled down the back of the dress’ cape.
Vanity Fair’s fabulous Elizabeth Saltzman was at her friend Tom Ford’s dinner, of course. And the next day, Momma celebrated her birthday. Happy birthday, lovely lady!
The best thing to come out of Egypt since Cleopatra: Elisa Sednaoui, who I had the pleasure of sitting with at Tom’s dinner
The fine folks at the mens retailer Mr. Porter hosted a drinks party, and this shot, for me anyway, summed up the British method of celebration perfectly
My friend Nick Grimshaw was really happy to see this guy at Mr. Porter’s party. Apparently he’s a footballer, and he insisted on a picture with the guy for his father (an early Father’s Day present perhaps?). I’m embarrassed to say I don’t know his name, but he was super fit and charming.
Only for Katie Grand and the promise of avant garde knitted face masks would I wake up for a 9am show the night after a Tom Ford dining experience. But it was worth it. I loved the Sibling show
The Beauty and The Beast: David Gandy and 10 magazine’s Antony Miles. (And, for the record, he’s the one that titled this picture!)
I’m a big fan of Jonathan Saunders’ womenswear: Always bright, always cheery. (Which is ironic coming from a grumpy Scot! Ha!) And I’ve recently really gotten into his menswear, which are just as colorful and fun as his female counterparts
This wasn’t the first time I made the trip out to L.A. with Max Mara for their annual Women In Film cocktail party. As I reminisced with Nicola Maramotti, the official family ambassador for Max Mara, at a dinner at the Chateau Marmont before the festivities kicked off, I came out here six years ago to be her date to the festivities. Well, not much has changed since then: It’s still a glamorous few days in Hollywood. And she looks exactly the same. This year, they celebrated the actress Chloe Moretz, who is just as charming and adorable as they come, at a party at the Sunset Tower hotel. Here are some shots from my few days in sunny L.A.
This may very well be the most amazing picture I’ve ever been a part of. It’s me, Gia Copolla, the guy from Pretty Little Liars (which I think is a TV show or something), and, essentially, the future of Hollywood: From left, the little girl from Hunger Games (Amandla Stenberg), the little girl from Modern Family (Ariel Winter) and the little girl from Mad Men (Kiernan Shipka). Child actors in this town are so unchildlike it’s amazing.
The view from my room at the Sunset Towers. No big deal. That’s my friend Nellie Kim showing her very efficient use of the breast stroke in the pool.
The legendary and lovely Angela Lindvall came out of her Topoganga Canyon seclusion for the festivities. Fun fact: Her doctor is Chloe’s father. Which she found amusing because when she went to him he used to talk about his ‘actress daughter,’ and she would placate him. Until she realized that she was going to a party in her honor
The lovely ladies in their MaxMara finest. That’s Nicola on the far right, and not that I need to tell anyone, the adorable Chloe is in the teal second from the left
Gia Coppola, who you may remember from our fake wedding (the bride wore Miu Miu, the groom wore an Elvis costume) in Harper’s Bazaar magazine, with Atlanta de Cadenet
My former New York friend Byrdie Bell, who just moved to L.A.
Another New Yorker, Harley Viera-Newton, who has (thankfully) not moved to L.A. (yet)
I mean, who doesn’t love a Burt Bacharach spotting by the pool? (He looks really happy to have his picture taken, doesn’t he?)
No trip to L.A. would be complete without at least one hike in Runyon Canyon. It’s one of my favorite things to do, and I managed to work in two in the few days I was in L.A. One without my iPod, which I had forgotten and was thus forced to enjoy the sounds of California nature. Which in LA means helicopters, Harley’s and unrequested overheard Hollywood gossip.
Apparently, those Cole Haan fluorescent-soled shoes are making an impression on both sides of the country. Me and TeenVogue’s Andrew Bevan were wearing matching pairs at the Max Mara event
Meet my L.A. Mommy, Jacqui Getty. (Or, step-mother, if we count that marriage to her daughter Gia Coppola legal in a court of law.) I took her out for dinner since I still owed her for the impromptu birthday party she threw me at her house on my last trip to L.A.
And finally, when I was in L.A. I met the newest edition to the Mr. Blasberg fan club: My friend Dagny’s perfect little angel baby, Hazel. She was so tiny and cute I wanted to eat her like a cupcake. Congratulations Dagny and Coco!
It’s been a week since the CFDA Awards, yet I can’t stop thinking about my two unexpected favorite guests at what many call the Oscars of the fashion industries. The first was Seth Meyers, who did a fabulous job hosting the night’s festivities. (My two favorite one liners? “We all know fashion people love hating things more than they like liking things,” and when he said that Karl Lagerfeld was working on a TV show called “Are you fatter than a fifth grader?”) But the second, more long lasting impression was John Waters, the cult film director and couture weirdo. Whereas Meyers had some questionable moments, like his jab at the Dior kafuffle (“They go together like bar mitzvahs and Galliano”), Waters was the consummate gentleman. In an odd coincidence, both Rei Kawakubo and Johnny Depp, the recipients of the International and Fashion Icon Awards from the CFDA, who could not attend the ceremony, sent Waters to accept their awards on their behalf. And he did a splendid job. He was irreverent, eloquent and downright funny. Here are some of the best bits from his acceptance speeches.
John Waters on Rei Kawakubo:
On her absence at the awards: “She couldn’t be here tonight because, I Imagine, she is locked in a self-imposed deconstructed cell, like the St. Theresa of fashion, massacring hemlines for next season’s no dimensional outfits that will be mocked, brilliantly reviewed and worn by the brave.” On the irony that is spending so much money on her designs: “Only you know you spent money when you wear Rei’s creations. In fact, some of the more fashion impaired public actually feel sorry for us.” “Rei Kawakubo gives us undercover glamour. We know how great her clothes look, but others just think we’re poor.” On the lasting power of her designs: “Rei Kawakubo’s work is never funny, but her wit is so ferocious, so elegant, so scary, and sometimes even so ridiculous that her customers never have buyer’s remorse. How could they feel that they overspent when they look so courageous, cult like, superior, and even slightly insane every time they get dressed in one of her outfits?”
John Waters on Johnny Depp, which was the first time the CFDA gave the fashion icon to a man:
On his ability to make nonchalance look like high fashion: “The star who made dirty hair fashionable. A friend who not only has the finest career of any American actor, but also has fashion balls. Johnny Depp never tries too hard. He’s a self confessed hillbilly, a high school drop out, a reformed hotel suite vandal, and he can’t ugly no matter how hard he tries.” On his knack for wearing a plethora of necklaces, bracelets, belts and whatever else he can get his hands on: “Johnny Depp is the ultimate accessory queen too.” On keeping his original look: “Who else features filthy work boots with black tie? Here’s a man who could don the uniform from his first job at a gas station and still look cooler than anybody in Hollywood.” On his innate sense of fashion: “Style comes naturally for Mr. Depp. The man can’t help it.”
In the week since the CFDA Awards, I’ve been nostalgic for Waters’ works. Watching one’s first Waters film is a right of passage for any disenfranchised or curious young person. I can remember the first time I saw the original Hairspray, and had no idea that Ricky Lake, who I only knew as a TV host, has a whole life as a chubby cult icon. (And yes, I love the new Hairspray too, even it’s much more saccharine and family friendly.) I remember the first time I saw Crybaby, and fell in love with Johnny Depp in newer, deeper, darker ways. (Ha!) And I can remember the first time I saw Serial Mom, and laughed so hard and felt so good that there was someone so weird out there creating things. In a fit of nostalgia and appreciation, I present the trailers for those three films.
Crybaby (1990): A hillbilly and rockabilly modern telling of Romeo & Juliet set in Puritanical 1950s. The film is not only ridiculous and amusing, there are amazing cameos. Iggy Pop plays Johnny Depp’s Dad, and Traci Lords (yes, that Traci Lords) has a movie role where she keeps her top on.
Hairspray (1988): Waters’ favorite transexual actress plays a homebody mother in Philadelphia who’s daughter skips school to audition for a guest spot on a local TV show. What follows is fabulous dancing, huge hair and, interestingly enough, the desegregation of a local community.
Serial Mom (1994): This is the amusing, ridiculous tale of a suburban housewife who’s a subconscious killer. Kathleen Turner is brilliant in the title role, and Patty Hearst’s participation as a jury member who dares to wear white shoes after Labor Day sealed her fate as a gay icon.
Dasha Zhukova is one of my favorite people in the world. Smart, hardworking, and impossibly gorgeous. (Bitch.) Happy Birthday, Bubbles!
At the Council of Fashion Designers of America Awards in a Dolce & Gabanna suit; at the launch of Fendi’s Baguette book with my girls Hilary Rhoda and Byrdie Bell in a Fendi suit; at the Whitney Art Party in a Louis Vuitton suit; at a friend’s birthday party in a custom Doyle + Mueser three piece suit
This was a ridiculously busy week in New York. It started with the CFDA Awards on Monday night; then the launch of Fendi’s Baguette bag and the Acne dinner on Tuesday; the Whitney Art Party and Chanel’s dinner at Balthazar to debut Karl Lagerfeld’s new book, The Little Black Jacket; and finally, on Thursday night I had a friend’s birthday party and cocktail party for Tara Subkoff’s collaboration with the bespoke suiting company Doyle + Mueser. (It was actually an even busier week if include the Veuve Clicquot polo match at the weekend.)
Trust me, it’s not just the girls that are fretting about what to wear with such a busy agenda either. Not to say it’s tougher being a boy (it’s really not), but there still has to be some consideration in what a guy wears when he leaves this house. So when I was thinking about what to put on this week, I remembered what menswear expert Thom Browne told me the first time I interviewed almost ten years ago. He explained that if a man is ever in doubt about what to put on , he should just wear a suit. Simple as that. Life is always easier when it involves a uniform, and, ironically since his look seems so calculated, Thom told me that it takes him nearly no time at all to get ready for an event. I’m inclined to agree with this rational, especially since Carine Roitfeld essentially told me the same thing in a conversation we had, and I published on this blog, when she was guest editing her issue of VMAN. “Look at male politicians,” she told me. “You see them in a suit and they look fine. But if you see a picture of them on the weekend or on vacation, there’s a good chance they look terrible and unstylish. The uniform of a suit and tie can be very helpful.”
So it was these icons’ advice that I put together my looks for the week. The white suit at the CFDA’s was probably my most risky because I’m a klutzy mess and shocked myself when I didn’t spill on it. And I loved the double-breasted Fendi suit, and the window paned Louis Vuitton look. But I hold a special place in my heart for the Doyle + Mueser three-piece, pin striped suit that I wore on Thursday night. It is custom made, fits like a glove, and completely personalized. In fact, Jake Mueser, the man behind the store that made the suit, not only embroidered my name on the inside pocket, he surprised me with a rather colorful inscription on the back of the collar. So colorful, in fact, I’m too shy to repeat it here.
I was going to try and make some jokes about last night’s Council of Fashion Designers of America awards, but looking back there’s really no point. Seth Meyers, who was the host for the evening, already made every single joke possible about the fashion industry. No really. And no one was left untouched. He made fun of John Galliano, the vapidness of fashion (much to everyone’s amusement, mind you), and at one point even came out in the same lace dress that Marc Jacobs wore to the Met gala earlier this year. And whatever humor was left after Seth Meyers routine, John Waters, who accepted the awards on behalf of Johnny Depp and Rei Kawakubo, knocked out of the park. (Indeed, I would like to lobby now that if Meyers is unavailable next year, can we please ask John?) So I guess I’ll just get straight to the pictures then.
Proenza Schouler’s Jack McCollough and Lazaro Hernandez with Dakota Fanning, who is wearing one of their fall pieces
Tabitha Simmons, who took home the award for best new accessories designer, and her date for the evening, Karen Elson. Both girls are in Proenza Schouler. (And well done, Tabby!)
The Kills’ Alison Mosshart and Jessica Stam, wearing Jason Wu and a very exotic hair do
The impossibly gorgeous and impossibly lovely Candice Swanepoel with Brian Atwood
Kate Bosworth, who brought a little West Coast glaoour to the CFDA’s, in a dress from best new womenswear designer Joseph Altuzarra
Some said it was unexpected, and others said it wasn’t: But the last award of the night, for best womenswear designers, went to Mary-Kate and Ashley Olsen for the Row
I had some pretty fabulous seating at the awards: between team Proenza Schouler and Brad Goreski, the latter of whom made me feel much better about my look for the evening. I was apprehensive about wearing this cream Dolce & Gabbana suit, but when I saw him in his glamorous wall paper print, I suddenly thought a cream colored suit was a tame choice.
I was so happy to have met John Waters, the icon for all things independent and weird and amazing
Now, these two know how to vamp it up for a picture: Zac Posen and Crystal Renn
All of that disheveled beauty: Erin Wasson on a smoke break
Billy Reid, who won the Swarovski menswear award, could not have been more endearing and charming when he accepted his gong. Even though Missouri, where I’m from, is more Midwestern than it is Southern, when this gentleman, who lives below the Bible Belt, won I felt some good Southern pride. Here he is with his wife and the actor Jack Huston
And then there’s Diane von Furstenberg, this mistress of ceremonies and the godmother to all things and people fashionable
Aww, sweet Olympia Scarry wearing Patrik Ervell
Irina Lazareanu on the roof of the Standard Hotel, where Swarovski hosted their official afterparty
If only all big mouths were that beautiful! The impossibly gorgeous Karolina Kurkova and Panos Yipianos out on the town