Mr Blasberg
8:44 am

It’s A Smalls World: My Interview with Joan Smalls

22/09/2012, From Elsewhere

Joan Smalls is big time now. I first met the Puerto Rican beauty after her first trip down the runway on a Givenchy couture exclusive, which, even though we didn’t know it at the time, was about to change her life. Riccardo Tisci’s casting transformed the lovely, funny little lady from a catalog girl to a supermodel powerhouse. Now she’s on the cover of magazines (like this issue of Harper’s Bazaar UK, which I interviewed her for), on the world’s best runways and even locked in a cosmetics contract with Estee Lauder. So, it was nice to catch up with this fabulous lady. Read our chat below. 

At heart, Joan Smalls, the 24-year-old Puerto Rican supermodel on course for world domination (she is currently ranked the second most successful model in the world) is just a fun-loving island girl. In fact, when we meet for cranberry juice (she doesn’t drink alcohol) in New York’s Chelsea, the only piece of jewellery she wears is a gold necklace with ‘Joanji’ written in a graffiti script and diamonds. ‘It’s been my nickname since I was a little girl,’ says Smalls, whose skin is cinnamon-coloured and who smiles with bright, dancing eyes. ‘It’s what they still call me when I go home.’ Hers is a tale of triumph through determination.

Smalls grew up with her parents and two sisters on a small farm in the town of Hatillo. She entered local modelling competitions in Puerto Rico, but never won because, she says, ‘I was told I was too tall, too thin and too dark.’ Finally, she made it to New York where, armed with a list of the best agencies, she pounded the pavements. But Smalls found herself a frustrated catalogue model until Givenchy’s Riccardo Tisci (now a close friend and diehard fan) booked her exclusively for his haute couture show in 2010. Campaigns for Gucci, Stella McCartney, Roberto Cavalli, Lacoste and Chanel followed. Looking back to that Givenchy catwalk, Smalls says she knew that her life was about to change. ‘I was like, “This is my time. This is my moment to shine.”’ She’s still shining.

Derek Blasberg I want to start with something I don’t think you get enough recognition for: this girl can dance!

Joan Smalls Oh, yes she can! Being Puerto Rican, you come out
of the womb dancing! It’s a mix of so many cultures: African
tribal rhythm, the salsa, the reggaeton.

DB Did you go out dancing a lot when you were younger?

JS I went out all the time. My sister is older than me, but we look alike so she would give me her ID. This is back in Puerto Rico, so all the bouncers were my sister’s friends, and they would take care of me.

DB What was growing up in Puerto Rico like?

JS I grew up on a farm. We had our own banana-trees, mango-trees, orange-trees, avocado-trees, and so many different animals. Peacocks, chickens, ducks, pigs, dogs… There was this turkey
that would attack me when I was a kid. My father told me I had to stick up for myself,
so one day I picked up a rock and hit him with it.

DB That’s a good life lesson.

JS It was. That turkey got mean again, so eventually he went to the neighbours’ house –
and they ate him. That’s what happens when you mess with me!

DB What were you like as a little girl?

JS I was the tomboy. I was always getting messy, falling down and scratching my
knees. We sisters were always close-knit and protective of each other. It’s still like that
now, and I think that’s what keeps me strong in this business. It’s easy to get lost
in New York, but having my family is what kept me out of trouble. I always knew
I could call home.

DB That’s another thing that comes to mind when I think of you: determination.

JS This industry isn’t like others. If you go to school and study, you know you’ll get good grades and graduate. But with modelling you don’t entirely control your own destiny.
It’s up for grabs. You have no sense of security, and that can scare many people.

DB Have you had tough moments?

JS I have dealt with adversity from people I thought were on my side. Past agents, when
I would come to them for advice, would just tell me: ‘There’s only room for one.’

DB One what?

JS One girl of colour.

DB No!

JS Yes. I had come for encouragement and I was given an excuse. It was disappointing. Little by little, my hopes were going down. I remember calling my dad after a tough time in Paris when I was going to casting after casting where they wouldn’t even look at my book. I was sitting on a bench on the Champs-Elysées, and starting to cry. I’m a strong person; I don’t like to show my emotions, especially to strangers on the street. My father told me to keep my head up high and do my best. And he was right.

DB What is it like to be the first Latina face at Estée Lauder?

JS Amazing. When I was starting, Estée Lauder was the pinnacle. It was far-fetched, but
it was my goal. And I got it.

DB What did you do when you got the call?

JS I was in Milan and I had just finished the Versace show and went back to my room.
Then my manager Kyle called me. He said: ‘Joan, I think it’s a go.’ I still get goosebumps when I think about it. I had 10 minutes to myself, and I broke
down. I prayed. I gave thanks to God. Then maybe I jumped on
the bed for a little bit.

DB I was with Naomi Campbell when it was announced that
you would be the first black girl in a Chanel campaign, and she
said she was going to email you.

JS She did! It was such a short, sweet message: ‘We are all proud
of you. We are all rooting for you.’ To have someone you look
up to and who has been a fashion icon since you were a child respond to what you do – it was a flattering moment.

DB Your career changed when you met Riccardo Tisci. How did that happen?

JS My agency sent Givenchy some pictures for a couture show,
and they said they’d like to see me. Before I went, my agent sat
me down and said: ‘This is a gamble. You’re going to put up your own money
[for the travel expenses] and think of it as an investment. It could work out, or it could
not.’ I had been waiting for that moment long enough, so I decided to do it. I went to
the casting, I walked for him, and as I left my Paris agent called me and said: ‘Joan,
don’t go to any more castings, because you’re on the Givenchy exclusive.’ It was one
of those moments when you just know your life is about to change.

DB He [Tisci] told me he went home to Puerto Rico with you.

JS Yes, he did. I remember my dad was talking to him so much; I had to move him away! He was just so happy to meet this man who had done so much for his daughter.

DB What’s the craziest job you’ve had?

JS Probably Chanel’s spring campaign. It was shot in Cap d’Antibes, and I had to pose
on this diving platform hung over the sea – at least I can swim. So Karl is taking the
pictures from a boat and I decide to go for it. I shove my leg through this armhole, and
I’m doing the splits in this Chanel dress, 20 metres over the water. But you know what?
I wanted this for so long – fear goes out the door.

DB What was the first thing you did when you started making some money?

JS Saving it.

DB You didn’t have one extravagance?

JS I wanted to give back to my parents because they had made so many sacrifices for my sisters and me. So I bought my father
a pick-up truck. My mum’s biggest dream was to remodel her
kitchen. When we were kids, she would save up money and then
an emergency would come up. Mothers always put themselves last. So last year, I got my mum the kitchen she always wanted.

DB What challenges are left for you?

JS I want a fragrance contract.

DB You want your own fragrance?

JS No, I meant a fragrance campaign. But now that you say it, you never know.

DB Do it. Here’s your tagline: Smell Small, Feel Big!

JS Can we copyright that right now? I want to be on Forbes’ list, too. I want to become a businesswoman. Look at Heidi Klum, Gisele Bündchen, Cindy Crawford, Tyra Banks. These women have made their own paths, starting from modelling.

DB Is that all?

JS I want to take over the world. I want people to look at me
and say: ‘Oh wow, that girl is doing something.’

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2:04 pm

24 HOURS IN MILAN WITH KATIE GRAND AND HOGAN

21/09/2012, Fast + Louche

I have nothing against Milan. I love Italians and Italian style as much as the next guy. But I will admit that I’ve always felt a little smug about skipping out on the Milan shows. I do the shows in New York and London, then basically sleep for five straight days, and then go to Paris refreshed and ready for action. (My friends who do London, Milan and Paris all in a row all hate me for this, by the way.) But for Katie Grand, I’ll make an exception. For the bunny loving and forever amusing Katie Grand, I’ll suck it up and come to Milan. I wasn’t the only one who made the pilgrimage either: More friends, including Giles, Jonathan Saunders, Pixie Geldolff and Dree Hemingway, all came over too. We were there to celebrate her new collection with Hogan. I cohosted the launch party with Hogan’s Andrea Della Valle and Katie in an old garden where Leonardo Da Vinci grew his vegetables and we had cocktails and danced until the wee hours.

Katie with Jonathan Saunders and Pixie Geldolf in the DJ booth

I think I met my favorite new person in the whole world: Abbey Clancy. She gave a legendary performance on the dance floor and the things that came out of her mouth were fan-tas-tic. As was her husband, the footballer Peter Crouch, the blonde one in this photo with my Danish friend Anders

Dasha and Shala

A fun lass from Down Under: Melissa George

The lovely Cara Delevingne with some of the glasses that Katie included in her Hogan collection

Two of my favorite Milanese ladies, Margherita Missoni and Coco Brandolini

Katie’s boys: Me, Anders, Giles and Jonathan. (Please note: Jonny is not actually that short. Well, he’s short. But not that short.)

The view of the party. Da Vinci gardened here!

Anna Dello Russo, the queen of Italian style, with me on the dance floor. (That reminds me: Have you seen the video for her H+M collaboration? It’s ridiculous.)

The problem with a garden party? High heel sinkage. But by the end of the night, most of the girls had ditched their shoes… including Katie!

Bistrotheque’s David Waddington with Charlotte Stockdale outside the Principe de Savoia, which is where we went for more merriment. (But, luckily for everyone, I had put my camera way.)

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4:45 pm

A PHOTO DIARY FROM LONDON FASHION WEEK

20/09/2012, Fast + Louche

While I love Milan and Paris as much as the next fashion fan, London is my favorite stop on the fashion week tour. There’s a few reasons for that, mind you: I can speak the language, I admire all the young talent that is brewing there, and when I was in college I lived in London so I have a pretty good lay of the land and a good mix of fashion and non-fashion friends there. I also have a ridiculous amount of fun in that town. (Maybe too much?)

Liberty Ross was in London. Since the early 2000′s when she was gracing fashion magazine covers, I’ve always been a Liberty fan. Here she is in our friend Alison’s top hat at the Soho House

Kelly Osborne and Kate Moss stage left at the Kills performance at the Serpentine Gallery’s fundraiser

Backstage at the Giles show (which featured fabulous iridescent horse prints) with Dree, Katie and Cara

I loved this Kusama statue over the main entrance of the Selfridges shop on Oxford Street

Lovely Alexa at the New York, New York party in Mayfair

On the Saturday night of LFW, I hosted a dinner with Harley Viera Newton for Issa, which is partly owned by my buddy Camilla al Fayed. She had the bright idea to distribute novelty sunglasses, which for some reason was, like, the most fun thing ever. Here, Dasha and Camilla prove it

Pixie DJing at the Crazy Horse pop up cabaret

Arizona Muse and Amber Le Bon at a dinner hosted by Smythson at the Arts Club in Mayfair

Harley, my Issa dinner cohostess, and her brother Dean also getting into the novelty sunglasses

Alison at Anabel’s. I’m really into how her hair is starting to look like a tequila sunrise

Felix and Noor at the new club Loulou’s

Eva Herzigova giving 90s supermodel realness poses at the Smythson dinner

A few of us were late to the Mary Katzareanu show, so the PR’s dragged us backstage to watch it from there. Which was actually really thrilling. Though I’m sure we were in the way and they wanted to kill us, it was fun to (briefly) enter the scrum

Jonathan Saunders had his fashion show’s afterparty at Bistroteque way out in East London. But it was worth the hike because he introduced me to the most amazing thing I’ve ever seen: a margarita fountain

Sweet Cara

Michael Roberts and Hamish Bowles, two of the people I’ve always admired in this crazy industry, at Philip Treacy’s fashion show

Kate Lanphaer, who was my fashion week bus buddy, and Vanity Fair’s Elizabeth Saltzman

Dita von Tease at Burberry’s impromptu afterparty at the Box

Sophia pounding the pavement on Oxford Street

Lady Gaga’s seemingly unchoreographed introduction to the ridiculously amazing Philip Treacy hat show saw her come out in this pink shroud and then sit on the floor for the show

My favorite look from the Philip Treacy hat show because it reminded me of Eddie Murphy’s arranged marriage in ‘Coming to America’

Henry Holland at the Crazy Horse

Erdem’s show was beautiful, of course. But so was its setting, which was in this giant dome that looked beautiful with the shaded trees bouncing the light

Jade Parfitt and Daisy Lowe across the runway from me at the Giles show

Kelly Brook, who is apparently every English lad’s fantasy wife (and for good reason), chewing on her fancy and bedazzled iPhone cover next to me at the Giles show

The Kills performance at the Serpentine

Me, Liberty and Sophia at the Box

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5:39 pm

Backseat with Harper’s Bazaar and Mr. Blasberg

19/09/2012, General

Fashion week is a busy time for us fashion editors. But a lot of the time we’re busy waiting. Waiting for shows to start and waiting in traffic as we traverse Manhattan’s west side between shows. This season, we at Harper’s Bazaar decided to put some of that waiting time to good use and discuss some of our fashion week highlights.

First up? Joanna Hillman and Sam Broekema dishing about the black lights and kinky boots at Alexander Wang and my St. Louis sister Karlie Kloss

Then Kristina O’Neill talking about Marc Jacobs, our night out with Mariah Carey and my really, really good friend Ricky Martin

Anamaria Wilson and I talked about Michael Kors (she had the best line: “He put the mod in modern”) and Vera Wang, Rodarte and Oscar de la Renta

And finally, Glenda Bailey, the editor in chief of Harper’s Bazaar, summed up the whole season for us

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7:15 am

A Photo Diary from New York Fashion Week

18/09/2012, Fast + Louche

 

I’ve always said there are two types of people in the world: Those who take pictures, and those who don’t. Lucky for me (and for this here blog), I’m the former. Have a gander at some of my personal snaps from New York fashion week!

No big deal. Me and Mariah Carey on the first night of fashion week. We stumbled into Mimi outside the Carlyle Hotel after the Proenza Schouler dinner and she gave us a private concert with the jazz band in the bar. No big deal. (For more on this epic evening, read THIS.)

I’m very proud of my St. Louis sister, Karlie Kloss, who launched her Karlie’s Kookies during fashion week. Here she is, hard at work, with fellow models Toni Garnn and Cara Delevingne

Kate Bosworth and Olivier Theyskens backstage before the Theyskens Theory show. Kate and I were hard at work this season, doing a live feed commentary of Oli’s show. (If you missed it, you can still see it here: http://theyskenstheory.com/THE-SHOW/)

Naomi Campbell, who’s walk is still as hypnotizing as ever, with Zac Posen and Coco Rocha at the designer’s finale

The hardest working man in fashion, The New York Times’ Bill Cunningham, at Carine Roitfeld’s ball at The Frick

Fun fact: Aziz Ansari and I are college friends. We both went to NYU and did a year abroad together in London. Here’s the funniest friend I ever had with the Knicks’ Tyson Chandler at the Band of Outsiders show

My childhood crush Brooke Shields and Estelle at Barney’s

Jack and Lazaro post-Mariah at the Carlyle Hotel

Katie and Tabitha

Andy, Nicole and me at the Style Awards at Lincoln Center

Joan Smalls and her handsome hubby Bernard Smith

The one and only Hamish Bowles with Dr. Lisa Airan

Lauren Santo Domingo (8 months pregnant and still in a sample) at her one and only NYFW appearance: The Proenza Schouler dinner

Lisa and Olympia on the streets of the Upper East Side

Anna Dello Russo giving fashion showers to Garance Dore at the Plaza Hotel in celebration of her own line with H&M

Anna Wintour isn’t the only fashion fan in the fashion industry, and it’s an annual annoyance that the US Open is always on at the same time as fashion week. Though, I did manage to sneak out to see the mens doubles finals

Giovanni Bianco and Shala Monroque at Le Baron for their appearance on Garage magazine’s pop up radio show. (Tune in during Paris fashion week, when we’ll be broadcasting from Colette!)

 

Sara and Yasi, the hosts of the Garage radio show

Me and Jess at dinner at Tiny’s in Tribeca. She’s one of those women who are so pretty, so sweet and such a good mother. So annoying.

Riccardo Tisci, who came in to New York especially for Carine’s ball, with Karen Elson
Me and my favorite fashionable entitled teenagers, Harry and Peter
A thorn between two roses: Joan, me and Karlie at the Obama fundraiser I helped organize at a gay disco. (Because that’s normal.)
Group love at Carine’s ball: Karen kissing Alexander Wang kissing Carine kissing Stephen kissing Isabeli
Karen, Cory and Nate at Eastern Bloc
She’s all real, fellas: Ladyfag (her chosen name) at the party she hosted after Carine’s ball
Gia, who I married for Harper’s Bazaar over a wild weekend in Las Vegas (read about HERE), with her mother, Jacqui Getty and Gina Gershon
The Opening Ceremony party at Webster Hall was pretty major. Not only because I got to see Lil Kim (love the new face), but also because I got to hang out with a bunch of hot blondes, like Nicky, Andrej and Paris
Chloe and Natasha at Webster Hall
Kelly Osborne, who took to heckling me out of cabs all during fashion week
Lil Kim keeping it real
My homegirl (boy?) P’Trique, fashion’s newest mascot. (Did you ever see the Shit Fashion Girls say video I did with him? It’s HERE if not.)
Putting the MOD in MODERN: The Marc Jacobs finale
I’m so proud of these little ladies: Jen and Oly at the dinner for their new Cole Haan shoe collaboration
Kiki backstage at Rodarte
Backstage at the Oscar de la Renta show, which was one of my favorites. I love his uptown sophistication, with a little bit of flair. And by flairs I mean sequins, feathers, dangling balls and even rubber this season
Me and Rachel at Grand Central Station. Bananas.
I’m really trying to make Kimeyrek happen, and I got a major boost when I was sat with Kim and Kanye (and that’s the lovely Rachel Roy too!) at the Louise Goldin show
Jess, Kelly, Jack, me and Jacqui at the Proenza Schouler after party at Irving Plaza
Hi, Vera!
Hubba, hubba! Noah Mills at the Tommy Hilfiger mens show
I felt particularly jock-ish at the Calvin Klein dinner since swimmer Conor Dwyer, baskbetballer Amare Stoudemire and hockey player Hendrik Lundquiest were all there. (I was on the high school soccer team, for the record)
I love seeing Dree out because we don’t do fashion air kisses. Nope. Right on the lips!
I mean, talk about nostalgia. Not only was I back at the Beatrice Inn for fashion week (but now it’s a posh restaurant instead of, you know, a den of bad decisions), but I was back with these guys: Aaron, Andre and Olivier
The Carine Dream! Me and the legendary Carine Roitfeld
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10:26 am

Mr. Blasberg’s Best Dressed: September Issue

15/09/2012, From Elsewhere

Another month, another Mr. Blasberg’s Best Dressed in Harper’s Bazaar. For the September issue, I discussed three of my favorite things: the return of a rococo movement in fashion, the rising dominance of the house of Valentino and the first ever mens fashion week (well, weekend) in London. My earliest fashion memories are based around the ornate and gilded looks from the originally Gianni Versace; lest we forget, when he was murdered I made a memorial collage and hung it in my childhood bedrom. (Want to see it? I blogged about it HERE.) And of all the weddings to I went this summer, two of my favorite dresses were Valentino’s, including Leith Clark’s, which you can see HERE. And finally, after spending so much discussing a woman’s wardrobe, I was happy to spend some time looking at things for me. Not to mention some quality time with Prince Charles, Tom Ford and the forever handsome David Gandy. You can see more from that weekend HERE.

Pick up the September issue of Harper’s Bazaar today to read this story, as well as my cover story on Gwen Stefani and an intimate portrait of the new queen of the art scene, Dasha Zhukova!

PS. I’m working on next month’s column now, so leave any favorite fashionable moments in the comments! And to read my weekly Mr. Blasberg’s Best Dressed list, go to www.harpersbazaar.com/bestdressed

 

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10:10 am

Hairspray Confessions, Part Three: Carmen Carrera

14/09/2012, From Elsewhere

For anyone who follows me on Twitter, this won’t come as much as a confession: I’m obsessed with RuPaul’s Drag Race. A bunch of grown men fighting over sequins and Spandex, being dramatic and lip synching to gay pop anthems? What’s not to love? So, for the third installment of L’Oreal’s ‘Hairspray Confessions’ series, I wandering into Midtown to find RuPaul’s Drag Race’s bodacious and beautiful Carmen Carrera. We talked about her favorite icons, her favorite hairspray, and what every lady needs in her closet.

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3:39 pm

Uptown For A Fashion Queen, Downtown For Some Democrat Queens

09/09/2012, General

A high fashion makeout session: Alexander Wang snogging Carine Roitfeld at the Frick

Givenchy’s Riccardo Tisci, who came to New York only for one night to support Carine, and my date for the evening, Karen Elson

Me and my favorite entitled teenagers, Harry and Peter Brant, Jr.

The man, the icon: The New York Times’ Bill Cunningham

Carine’s lovely daughter, Julia, who’s continued the family dynasty with a fabulously dressed baby, Romy

One of my favorite things about New York Fashion Week is that, socially speaking, it’s all over the map. I mean that literally: In an average day, one can find themselves going uptown and downtown a dozen times. This was very apparent on my Saturday night, which started uptown at the Frick on the Upper East Side and ended downtown at a gay bar called Eastern Block in the East Village. But more than geographically, the spectrum of purpose was wide too: Uptown was a black tie gala in honor of Carine Roitfeld and the launch of her much anticipated fashion book, CR. It was a decadent affair: all champagne and supermodels in one of my favorite former residences in Manhattan. Following that fete, I was racing downtown with Karlie and Joan for a fundraiser for Barack Obama at a dodgy gay bar called Eastern Bloc. I’m not entirely sure how I got roped into it (actually, yes I do: my friend Marjorie Gublemann, an uptown transplant who has decided to launch a DJ career in her 40′s), but it was an interesting concept: Gogo boys for Obama. And it was fun!

Check back at the end of the week for more of my fashion week snaps!

Joan Smalls and Karlie Kloss getting a little political

Paper magazine’s Mr. Mickey, who helped organize the fete; Marjorie Gubelmann; me; and one of our cohosts, Sean Avery

Another couple of cohosts, Karen Elson and Cory Bond, with Nate Berkus

A couple of Obama’s boys: RJ King and Douglas Friedman

Check back at the end of the week for more of my fashion week snaps

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5:35 pm

And We’re Off!

06/09/2012, Fast + Louche

Oscar de la Renta with Jenna and Barbara Bush

The one and only Mariah Carey, lounge singer for a night, with me, Lazaro, Kristina and Jack, with Katie, Jessica and Tabitha unsuccessfully in the second row

I had a rather interesting, rather iconic kick off to New York Fashion Week yesterday. Iconic in the sense that it involved a couple of icons. The first part I expected: A luncheon thrown by the Fashion Institute of Technology’s Couture Council in honor of Oscar de la Renta. But the second half of the day, when a nightcap with a few friends turned into a private Mariah Carey concert, wasn’t on my official fashion week agenda. First, Mr. de la Renta’s luncheon. The big wigs (in some cases I mean wigs in the literal sense) came out to see fashion’s favorite fairy godfather, and not just the routine set of ladies who lunch. Barbara Walters, Henry Kissinger, Diane von Furstenberg and legions of perfectly coifed, bejeweled betties piled into the David Koch theater. The Mayor himself gave de la Renta the award, and proved he knows how to work the fashion crowd. “I only have two pairs of shoes,” he smirked. “So the only thing I have to be sure of is that I don’t mix them up.” He called de la Renta the Little Black Dress of fashion because he could never go out of style, and even did a little politico humor, claiming that the only thing anyone could agree on at the Republican National Convention was that Ann Romney looked great in her red de la Renta dress. Oscar was equally charming — no speech prepared, totally winged it, lots of thank yous – but did give one lighthearted dig about how so many untrained designers have entered the fold. “Today, if you play tennis and hit the bell well, you can be designer. If you’re a movie star whose star is fading, you can be a designer…” he chided. “I’ve been a designer for 50 years, and I’m still learning. And that’s exciting for me.”

A couple hours later, I was back uptown for the opening of the new Proenza Schouler store on Madison Avenue. Women’s store openings can be boring for a boy like me (it’s like torture to be around so many beautiful things, none of which I can wear!), but this store is divine beyond its merchandise. The progressive David Adjaye is the architect behind the project, and it’s as interesting to look at as one of Jack McCollough and Lazaro Hernandez’s chinesorie print kimono dresses. Following their store opening, however, things took an unexpected turn. A gaggle of us, including Jack and Lazaro, headed over to the Carlyle Hotel for one more celebratory nightcap before they went back into hiding to put the finishing touches on their collection. And as we walked in, there was a golden (Grammy winning) goddess before us: Mariah Carey. Truth be told, I knew it was her because I had Instagrammed her ride just the day before. She told us that, after kicking of the NFL season, she wanted a more intimate gathering, and since she heard that Woody Allen had sung at the Carlyle, she should give a shot too. So there we were in Bemelmans Bar, about a dozen people and a private audience with Mimi. It was a fabulous end to a fabulous evening, and a rather ridiculous start to what I’m sure will be a ridiculous week.

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11:48 am

Hairspray Confessions, Part Two: Iris Apfel

06/09/2012, General

First it was Coco, and now it’s Iris. The legendary Iris Apfel, a lifelong fashion aficionado and champion of oversized jewelry and giant reading glasses, is one of my favorite people. She is the sort of quirky grandmother that one would only expect in cartoons. So, for the second installment of L’Oreal’s “Hairspray Confessionals,” I popped in on Iris on the eve of her 91st birthday to talk about getting older, accessorizing and a lifetime of collecting beautiful things.

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