Wednesday, April 30, 2008

Michelle Monaghan in Monique Lhuillier

Michelle Monaghan hit another perfect style note last night at the premiere of her movie, Made of Honor in Monique Lhuillier. It's an absolutely breathtaking gown and if you've seen videos of her on the pink carpet you know how it moved like water. It's not exactly innovative or unexpected but when it comes down to it I'm just a girl who loves a beautiful dress. 

Costume Institute Gala News

Fashion Week Daily is reporting that my favorites, the Olsens, are attending the event as guests of designer Diane von Furstenberg who has custom designed their gowns for the evening. Last week, Emmy Rossum announced she's attending the gala in a dress hand picked for her by Vogue Editor in Chief Anna Wintour since she'll be sitting at her table. 

Juicy Suing Victoria's Secret

According to CNN, Juicy Couture is suing Victoria's Secret for trademark infringement over their popular PINK line. Personally, Juicy and VS's Pink are about the same quality and the PINK things I own have outlasted any Juicy pieces with PINK being less than a fraction of the price so I'm sort of on VS's side with this one. This isn't the first lawsuit around PINK...they were sued last year by Phat Farm for trademark infringement and VS is currently suing Macy's in house brand, Pinkish for knocking them off. 


NEW YORK (Associated Press) - Clothing company Juicy Couture Inc. has filed a trademark infringement lawsuit accusing rival Victoria's Secret of ripping off one of its marketing gimmicks by selling apparel in packages that look like sugary treats.

The suit, filed late Monday, claims that Victoria's Secret has been imitating its designs and logos for years and incorporating them into its "Pink" line of lounge wear.

Lawyers for Juicy laid out a long list of complaints about copying in the suit, saying the Pink line parroted everything from Juicy's coat of arms-style emblem (both include a dog, a crown and a capital letter), to its most common color scheme (pink), to its best-known design (pants with the brand name emblazoned suggestively across the backside).

The trademark infringement claim, however, focuses on how both companies package some of their products.

Juicy said it began using candy-themed packaging in 2006, and now sells "Sweet Shoppe" apparel in bundles that look like lollipops, bon bons and ice cream cones. The suit accuses Victoria's Secret, a unit of Limited Brands Inc., of using the same types of packaging starting a year later.

"In copying Juicy Couture's distinctive and unique trade dress, defendants crossed the line from design imitation to trade dress infringement," the lawsuit said.

Both clothing lines are aimed at women in their late teens and early twenties.

A Limited Brands spokeswoman said the company had no comment on the matter.

The lawsuit was filed in federal court in Manhattan just days after Victoria's Secret raised a complaint of its own about knockoffs.

The company sued department store giant Macy's in early April, accusing it of ripping off the Pink brand with imitation clothing marketed under the name "Pinkish."

Among other things, Victoria's Secret said that Macy's and clothing manufacturer Intertex Apparel had improperly mimicked its coat of arms (both have a crown and a big letter "P"), as well as its dog logo, and one of its top selling designs: sweat pants with the name "Pinkish" scrawled across the seat.

A spokesman for Macy's declined to comment on the suit.

There is yet another layer to the litigation; Phat Fashions LLC, a company founded by hip-hop legend Russell Simmons, sued Victoria's Secret over the Pink line in March, accusing it of using a logo that too closely resembles its own trademark on Phat Farm clothing. Both emblems feature the letter "P" on a shield, framed by laurel leafs.

I personally think it's all a little ridiculous but since PINK has permeated HS/College culture its not surprising that they'd be a target for lawsuits. 

Chanel Iman

I'm obsessed with this look on Chanel Iman mostly because it's an easy variation of my basic outfit. Also, I feel vindicated whenever I see anyone who isn't Lindsay Lohan still wearing legging/tights. She looks chic, young and put together. In this month's Nylon they had a debate on leggings/tights as pants and I'm not entirely sure if my side of the argument won. To me leggings just make sense in the fall and winter even if I'm not even close to being a scenester.

Are you still wearing leggings and/or tights or do you want to redress everyone you see wearing them?

First Glimpse of Lydia Hearst on Gossip Girl

 The LA Times Blog released the first picture of Lydia Hearst in her role on Gossip Girl today. I really, really hate that bag especially in the white. But she looks cute and I have faith in the GG wardrobe department. I'm excited that she has a scene with Chuck because I'm always a fan of his...exploits! 

Tuesday, April 29, 2008

MK at the 3rd Annual Chanel Dinner Party Honoring the Tribeca Film Festival Artist Program (phew long name!)



How quickly she redeems herself! After that disaster last week with the headband she showed up last night at the Chanel party looking chic yet realistic. I believe she's wearing all Chanel except for the Balenciaga boots but feel free to correct me if I'm terribly wrong.  I think a lot of people feel that the Olsen's are just too eccentric to try to imitate and in some cases that's true. But you can take inspiration from their outfits and make them work for you! This outfit is incredibly easy to put together and wear on a much smaller, and less photographed, budget. But please don't mimic the washed out-haven't slept in a few days make up. Just don't.

Ralph Lauren has a great prep school inspired blazer in navy that retails for $159. I've read that the Olsen's wear RL boys sports jackets. If you're petite enough than that would probably be a cheaper option but for the rest of us I think this is a nice blazer.
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And of course you can always count on American Apparel for sheer deep v-necks at only $18.
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A black bubble skirt is pretty easy to find but not always easy to wear. Personally, I don't like them on myself but on others they look great. MK's sparkles which is great for evening but if you want to go daytime or more casual a plain black bubble skirt is an excellent substitution like this one from Kohls plus it's only $19.99. 

I'm assuming that anyone who has picked up a fashion magazine or read a fashion blog has a pair (or four) of black tights or leggings to throw on for this look. If you don't and still want to add some "sparkle" to your outfit these $12 Capezio tights could work great.

 So that just leaves us with the Balenciaga boots. Unless you're a paparazzi princess Balenciaga boots are hard to wear (and hard to come by). But you can find really cute stacked ankle boots like these Lumiani Vieras for $178 on Zappos.com that I'm personally obsessed with and think you can wear in ANY season, yes, even spring/parts of summer!
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And there you have an Olsen inspired outfit for less than $400 and it's a pretty good bet that no one will think you look like a bag lady.


I need your help choosing a gym!


Sorry to be completely off topic here but how do you choose a health club? I've been calling places and making appointments for "drop ins" all afternoon. If I was living in the city I'd have far more options but being in the suburbs I have to make do and cross town lines! My health care will reimburse me $150 a year as long as I've been at a single club (and a bone fide member) for 4 months. 
I've narrowed it down to three but none of them are great options:

               -It's the closest. Actually there are TWO locations in equal distance.
               -It's mid-priced ($39.99 a month) with an initial personal trainer consultation to come  up with a "plan of action" and includes all the classes
              -My "home" club is actually kind of grimy. And all glass so anyone and everyone can see in. There aren't really any amenities (no sauna!) and I'm scared to even see the  women's locker room and blech showers...
              -My health plan gets me a TINY monthly discount at selected Gold's Gyms.
              -I have an apt. with their membership guy tomorrow at 2
    
         -Mid-distance. It's a few towns over but I can take back roads pretty easily. It's the way I go to the mall. That's a plus-mall proximity
         - MOST EXPENSIVE. $85 a month PLUS a $29 fee to join. And the $85 offer is only good if I sign up tomorrow. Because once it's May the fee will be $95 a month. That $150 yearly refund from my health insurance wouldn't even begin to cover this place. Forget stopping over at Nordstrom after a workout.
       -It's luxury all the way. Two pools, a spa/sauna, basic personal training, access to all classes, tennis courts, squash courts (does anyone REALLY know how to play Squash?) Fancy soaps, shampoos, hair dryers in the locker room, etc. Plus a cute healthy cafe and sporty store.
      - I have an apt. with their membership guy, Andy, at 7.

- It's the furthest away. I have to actually take a highway to get there. And between the hours of  6 am-9:30 am and 3 pm-7 pm on weekdays the traffic is so bad it's amazing more people don't just flip out and drive the car off the road in frustration. 
-It's the cheapest! The plan I'd be picking out is only $24 a month unlimited access to the gym and classes plus an initial personal training session and "making a fitness plan". (They have    other plans starting at $19 up to $53 a month.) Considering I'm really only interested in a May-September type of plan right now the $150 reimbursement actually makes sense at this club.
-Britney seems to be enjoying Bally over the past few weeks.
-I'd say their amenities are in between Gold's and BSC. Which is good as I'd like a little something (like a sauna) but I don't need complete pampering. 
-I have an apt. at Bally at 12 pm

So which one do I choose? Luxury that I can't afford, close proximity without being exactly what I'm looking for, or the probable best fit (and cheapest) that is easily 40 minutes away...on a good day? Plus, on these appointments am I supposed to work out? Do I bring gym clothes? Do I even have anything suitable to work out in?!?! And at the gym...Puma's or Sketchers? 

So much more complicated than I thought it would be! Comment and tell me your gym stories (awesome one! nightmares! how you picked one out!) or at least give me some sound advice! 

Monday, April 28, 2008

A Celebrity Moment: Michelle Monaghan


I recently started style watching Michelle Monaghan thanks to the attention she's been getting from Style.Com over the past few weeks. She's the female lead in the new McDreamy movie, Made of Honor and she's definitely been having a few great fashion moments over the past few days.  Now I don't know how much of it is a stylist and how much of it is Michelle...I guess we'll have to wait and see. But for now her choices are absolutely perfect.


At TRL Promoting Made of Honor


In BIll Blass at the premiere of Trucker in NYC

Sorry for the lack of updates. I've had a lot on my mind lately but I promise to hop to it from now on! 

Friday, April 25, 2008

Gossip Girl Casting...LYDIA HEARST!




PEOPLE is reporting that everyone's favorite heiress-socialite-model, Lydia Hearst, will be joining the cast of Gossip Girl as Lily Van Der Woodsen's interior decorator. I'm sure she'll be right at home with the sets, fashion and storylines as they couldn't be that far fetched from her own NYC private school upbringing.

According to People:
It’s already one of TV’s most stylish shows, and now Gossip Girl is set to go even more high-fashion. On May 19 Vogue cover model Lydia Hearst will join the cast as Lily’s posh interior decorator Amelia. And while the successful model may be fairly new to the acting game, she won’t feel like an outsider on the set. Her real-life best friend is this season’s other new cast member, Michelle Trachtenberg. Hearst spoke with PEOPLE at the St. Jude’s Marchesa fashion show in N.Y.C. about her latest endeavor, telling us, “I’m excited to have a legitimate role on the show.” And as for any upcoming Gossip Girl plot twists, the star will only hint at what’s ahead. “All I can say is I certainly have a moment with Chuck Bass!” We can’t wait to see how her entanglement our favorite villain turns out!

A Celebrity Moment: Lindsay hops on another bandwagon.

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According to WWD  Lindsay Lohan is the face of the VISA SWAP campaign sponsored by VISA where you can donate your old clothes, have the value of them placed onto a VISA gift card then during  a specific week you can use this card on the second hand clothes others have donated during the weekend of July 19th. It's supposed to be a move towards "Ethical" fashion as the clothes are being recycled. Items left over will be donated to TRAID that supports communities in developing countries by raising money by selling recycled clothing in its stores. 

Currently VISA SWAP is currently only in London, England but with Lindsay in the campaign if this swap is successful I bet it won't be too long before it heads to this side of the Atlantic. 

Thursday, April 24, 2008

"I used to love that even her accessories had superpowers."



Coco Rocha and everyone over at
Vogue is getting ready for the biggest night of the year: The Costume Institute Gala. This years theme happens to be SUPER HEROS! I'm always excited to see the red carpet for this event and it makes me so envious that Boston doesn't have anything nearly as fabulous every summer. But I'd have to say that the Cape trumps the Hamptons by about a billion.

Wednesday, April 23, 2008

Ellen Page on Teen Vogue Cover


Teen Vogue is my favorite fashion magazine even though I'm in my twenties. It's probably the most aspirational American fashion magazine on the market despite it's target audience and it never speaks down to their readers. It also has amazing editorials that blend high fashion and affordable trendy pieces seamlessly. 

I like that they (sometimes) put models on the cover and actually do stories with them and that most of the time the celebrities that they choose for their cover have (usually) actually contributed something to fashion or has a natural sense of real style like Camilla Belle.

That's why I find it so disappointing when they put people with absolutely no real interest in fashion but a movie to promote on the cover. Not to knock Ellen Page or anything (if you haven't seen Hard Candy you need to rent it like an hour ago) but they try to pass her off as a "fashion maverick" when  really she's just not interested.  She even admits in the interview: "I'm a bum, really. [Work] is the only time I get dressed up."

A publicist putting a girl into a Yohji Yamamoto jacket for an interview or red carpet does not making the girl stylish it just makes her a girl in a Yohji Yamamoto jacket. And its not just about Ellen, of course, it happens all the time where actresses get hailed as a fashion icons because of a pretty dress on a red carpet that was selected for her. 

I'm tired of seeing celebrities with a movie to promote on the cover of fashion magazines. I want the models back, Anna Wintour. What do you guys think?

Monday, April 21, 2008

It's Earth Week!

Over the past few years it's become clear that being "green" is not only necessary, it's absolutely stylish.
Disagree?

Then you need to check out
Loomstate it uses 100% certified organic materials while maintaining modern cuts and fits with the supreme design we'd expect from designer Rogan Gregory who co founded the line with Scott Hahn in 2004. All the factories where Loomstate is manufactured are required to "use the highest environmental and labor standards, controlling factory pollution, and enforcing fair labor as the cornerstone of the effort." Loomstate is also committed to organic farming so you can be sure that your new, insanely comfortable, adorable outfit is socially and environmentally sustainable.

     
  Loomstate's Jeans Maiden Twill Pants in Navy about $136

Loomstate's Organic Cotton Pull On Skirt, about $110 

Where to Find Loomstate:

The Tannery, 39 Brattle St., Cambridge, 617-491-1811
Envi, 164 Newbury St., 617-267-ENVI
French & Italian, 129 Washington St., Marblehead, 781-639-1097
Peter Mark, 10 Market Sq, Newburyport, 978-879-5490
Clover, 233 Westminster St, Providence, RI, 401-490-4626
Dish, 155 Water St., Warren, RI, 401-247-7705
New Dandyism, 153 Winslow Ave., Norwood, 973-879-5490
Map, 141 Comercial, Provincetown, 508-487-4900
Maud Olson, 6 Commercial St., Wellfleet, 508-246-6341


Gossip Girl Returns TONIGHT at 8 on The CW!!!!!

As anyone with any sense knows Gossip Girl is the best show on television. The best fashion, the best cast, the best story lines; It has quickly come close to usurping my Sex & The City passion.

New York magazine has just lovingly profiled the show and put the cast on the cover with the headline: Best. Show. Ever. And, even though I'm not entirely sure it's legal for 14-year-old Taylor Momsen to be on a magazine cover in such a state of undress, I'd fight anyone who disagrees.

Friday, April 18, 2008

Simon Doonan Book Signing At Barney's!

Fashion industry veteran Simon Doonan will be at Barney's in Boston to sign copies of his new book, Eccentric Glamour. I had the opportunity to go to a lecture with him at the first Teen Vogue University but I skipped it for the Tiffany lecture (and necklace).  I've kind of regretted it ever since. So you just might see me waiting in line on Wednesday to get an autograph.

Simon Doonan, Barney's Copley, 4 PM- 7 PM, Wednesday, April 23rd

Barney's New York, Copley Place, Boston, 617-385-3300

A Celebrity Moment: MK at New Year's in April: A Fools Fete





This is the first time in basically ever that I have HATED an MK outfit. It's mostly just the Marc headband that I can't get around since the rest is the usual eccentric MK style I've come to love. 
But as Lainey pointed out...MK couldn't care less what any of us regular people think. 




Mary Kate doesn’t get dressed for an appearance, like last night at the "New Year's in April: A Fool's Fete", expecting you to like what she’s wearing. Quite the opposite in fact. Mary Kate reckons her style is esoteric, appreciated by the very few and only the “right” kind of people.

Trust me…she could give a sh*t that you’re ridiculing that head band. She probably wants you to ridicule her headband. Because in her mind, by ridiculing that head band, you are proving how unworthy you are. How you weren’t meant for high fashion, for risk, for experimentation. And to a certain degree, I agree with her.

We’re not supposed to like it. To like it would mean that Mary Kate Olsen dressed like Jennifer Aniston. Like the girl next door. For the people.

Mary Kate does not dress for the people. As Karl Lagerfeld would say, the people are DEMODé.


The little blurb made me laugh but the sad thing is it's true. And yet it doesn't make me love her any less.

Wednesday, April 16, 2008

Cover Girl New TruBlend



I was at CVS yesterday looking for makeup wedges (I like to blend a lot). Anyway, I noticed that the Cover Girl Trublend makeup was buy one, get one free. Normally, I try to stay away from drug store brands for things like powder, foundation, and concealer but I needed a new powder and with funds low I figured, Why not? Besides, I think we can all agree that Drew Barrymore has never looked as good as she does in those Cover Girl commercials.

I picked up the Trublend Naturally Luminous Loose Powder (with minerals!) and chose the TruBlend liquid makeup as my freebie.

The liquid makeup was both incredibly sheer and heavy at the same time when I brushed it over my skin. It took twice as much as my usual MAC/Lancome routine just to feel like I had coverage. Even then, feeling like I had a ton of foundation on, the flaws I was trying to hide were poking their way out. Plus, the formula felt so oily and my skin felt grubby with it on! So not cool. I guess if you already have perfect skin and want to look super natural than this liquid foundation would be perfect. But if you had the perfect skin than you wouldn't need this to begin with, right? You certainly wouldn't want to take the chance of ruining your perfect skin by clogging your pores with this makeup!

I left it on and went out for a while but I managed to feel like my face was both naked and way too over done at the same time.

Today, I did my usual makeup routine but instead of reaching for the last of my MAC powder I tried out the TruBlend powder. Much better experience this time! It blended really well with my other makeup and felt really clean and light while still giving a nice finished, polished look. I'm not sure I would wear it entirely alone (like I can do with the MAC powder) because even though it's in the lightest shade Cover Girl makes it might still be just a shade too dark for my skin. But it goes on sheer enough with a large brush and is so soft that it might actually work in the summer when you want your routine to be super easy.

Final verdict? Drew can think airbrushing, digital editing, and a team of professional makeup artists for her look in the commercials. (But we knew that already.) Pass on the liquid makeup it doesn't provide coverage and since its not oil-free it will only be havoc for your skin. The mineral powder wouldn't be my first choice but it does the job in a cinch and gives your skin a soft, clean looking finish.

Head over to a CVS store for the Buy 1, Get 1 Free on nearly all Cover Girl products. The offer doesn't seem to extend to the website but all the Cover Girl products there seem to be 20% off right now.

Fashion For Darfur



Mix your love of fashion with a great cause on May 15th with a dinner and fashion event at Felt Boston to benefit advocacy and humanitarian relief operations in Darfur. Tickets range from $20-$150.

For tickets and more information click here.

Tuesday, April 15, 2008

Marc Jacobs in GQ



Photograph by Martin Schoeller

I guess he's beaten Tom Ford to become the Queen of Narcissism but I still love him and think he's a genius anyway.

Marc Jacobs Doesn't Give A Fuck- (GQ)

We've witnessed his total physical transformation, read his increasingly outspoken comments, and wondered: What makes a highly successful man who's the creative vision behind a $5 billion business resolve to change his body, dye his hair blue, date a former escort, and start speaking his mind? Well, ask the man himself.

by Lucy Kaylin

Chances are that over the past few weeks, Marc Jacobs has done something outrageous. Maybe he’s at the center of a Spitzer-sized sex scandal or tapped Flavor Flav to be the new face of Louis Vuitton. There’s no evidence, as yet, of either, but the way the perfectly zany Jacobs narrative is hurtling along, anything seems possible. Consider the highlights of the past year: a porn star crowing online about threesomes with Jacobs and Jacobs’s former-escort boyfriend; a tune-up in rehab; allegations that his line paid bribes for use of New York’s 26th Street Armory for his shows; then starting those shows at least two hours late, turning the normally adoring fashion press into a pitchfork-wielding mob.
And yet nothing has created a greater stir than his startling new look. Where he once had long greasy locks and the pallor of a shut-in, he now, at 45, has an iridescent blue crop, honking Harry Winston diamond studs, a gallery of tattoos, and a painstakingly ripped bod. After years of hiding in baggy sweatshirts while contemplating the beauty of others—of pondering any human facade but his own—Jacobs has discovered the consuming joy of narcissism. It’s his new addiction. Some would say, his midlife crisis.

“I don’t feel like I’m in crisis, and I don’t know that it’s the middle of my life,” Jacobs says, looking a little like Jeff Goldblum circa The Fly—large, dark, worried eyes weirdly belied by a dome physique. It’s a measure of how closely he is watched and the stir he has caused that even a self-described attention whore like Jacobs is starting to weary of the scrutiny. “Why is there this division all of a sudden between people in support of me and people against me? How did this happen? I haven’t done anything to anybody! I look at Karl Lagerfeld and John Galliano—everybody has their shtick. And just because this wasn’t my shtick two years ago, it’s a problem.”

As Jacobs tells it, before now he simply had no budget in his psyche for self-maintenance: “I didn’t care what I looked like, because I knew I’d be on the floor picking up pins or drawing all day.” It’s a Friday afternoon in his cluttered, loftlike office in SoHo where boxes of Wheat Thins are stashed next to packs of Marlboro Lights and cheapo lighters. His hair juts like a Mohawk—the effect is thrusting, roosterish, in contrast to the Pre-Raphaelite languor of the long-haired Marc Jacobs in the photo on the wall behind him. “I thought, Who cares about my appearance? They only care about what I’m making.”

Then he got the existential bitch-slap of ulcerative colitis, the disease that led to his father’s death when Jacobs was only 7. A nutritionist, Lindsey Duncan, recommended a monastic diet—no flour, dairy, sugar, or caffeine—as well as exercise. Jacobs was so enamored of the results he made the regimen his religion.

“The thing I love about the gym is not having to make choices,” he notes. “My trainer says, ‘You’re gonna lift this; you’re gonna do that ten times.’ Okay, great—just tell me what to do and I’ll do it. It’s the same thing with my nutritionist. All I have to do is follow instructions. I love that. This is not about ‘Would it be better in red or blue?’ There isn’t a lot of abstract, circular thinking involved. And it’s great. Those times are really nice for me.”

Because it’s hard being the decider—the face of a $5 billion business, the guy whose whims about pants width and buttons and colors can create an enormously lucrative global ripple. It’s hard being him. Torture, actually, much of the time.

For years now, the Jacobs universe has been where everyone wanted to be. It radiates from that simple, ubiquitous sans-serif logo—a guilelessness, a downtown ease that never postures or preens. Consider the Jacobs signatures—retro cardigans and high-water pants with trainers for guys who look like they’ve actually read a book; slouchy, deconstructed sweaters worn with long, bulky skirts and flats for girls who don’t lead with their tits. The statement-making bags, the glamorizing of grunge, the pairing of fashion and anime…. If Ralph Lauren is a lifestyle, Marc Jacobs is an ethos. With his pitch-perfect instincts—say, using laconic, large-nosed Sofia Coppola in grainy, era-defining ads—he exerts an almost messianic pull.

But how can he be both a messiah and a mess? How can an industry titan, the most important person in fashion, be so fragile? Or is the fragility endemic to the success, the very thing that keeps us so riveted?

For a fixture in the haughtiest of worlds, Jacobs is curiously grounded about his work—he bristles when what he does is referred to as art. Whereas his competitors shroud themselves in mystique, Jacobs serves up his flaws and insecurities like canapés. “There are those gray, rainy days where it’s sad and you just think, God, I’m so lonely and it’s such a big world and there’s so much to do,” he says. According to Jacobs’s business partner of twenty-five years, Robert Duffy, “Marc is a very emotional person, and he takes his work extremely seriously. Some days it’s hard and some days it’s not—it depends on his mood swings. I don’t know if you’ve ever worked with a drug addict,” Duffy tells me over the phone while Jacobs sketches a shoe a few feet away. “Even though he’s been in recovery now for a while, it’s not an easy process. There’s the continual process of staying sober.”

Jacobs’s father was an agent at William Morris and his mother a receptionist. (His uncle was the president of the company, and Jacobs worked in the legendary mailroom during high school.) When I ask him what he remembers about his father, he rests his chin in his hand and stares off. There was a trip to Puerto Rico, to the circus… And then he was gone. Thus began a chaotic period of power dating and failed marriages for his mother.

Naturally, it’s the clothes he remembers best. “I hate the term ‘bad taste,’ but my mother wasn’t, like, a very chic person,” he says. “Jane Fonda in Klute was definitely one of her role models, much to my father’s dismay. But when I’d watch my mother getting dressed up to go out on dates and she’d be putting on three rows of false eyelashes and some hideous fox-trimmed brocade coat with a wet-look miniskirt and knee-high boots, I thought she was fabulous.”

The feeling wouldn’t last. After she relocated to be with one husband or another, Jacobs went to live with his grandmother in Manhattan, where he attended the High School of Art and Design. At a certain point he cut ties to his mother, as well as to his brother and sister, both of whom, he says, couldn’t be less like him. Jacobs says they reached out some years ago—to borrow money. “But that’s just a little detail from a story that’s way more complicated,” he notes.

I cast around, trying to figure out what could have happened. Did they have a problem with his being gay? I ask.

Jacobs scoffs at the suggestion—as if it were anything that simple.

Not that he didn’t struggle with his sexuality, with “being the only kid in a big group that doesn’t want to play football and buy stereos and drive cars. When I went to sleepaway camp, I just kind of wanted to sit there and make an ashtray or do a lanyard necklace or paint my jeans,” he says. “And then to stand there and not be chosen for a baseball team—it’s like, force me to do something and then don’t choose me to do it. Okay, what am I supposed to enjoy about that process? How am I supposed to feel good about myself with all that going on?”

Clothes promised deliverance from all that, and Jacobs became obsessed with the possibilities. “I’d look at my babysitter and her boyfriend and long to be at an age where I could wear what they were wearing,” he says. Clothes had the stirring, transformative power of music—of rock, punk, and particularly grunge. “There was a beaten-down glamour about the whole thing,” Jacobs says, “something so kind of romantic and beautiful.”

In 1992, Jacobs, as vice president of women’s design at Perry Ellis, conjured a daring ode to grunge—Seattle plaids in silk and waffle shirts in cashmere. Though the show was a commercial failure and quickly got him and Duffy fired, the collection was a Jacobs landmark in the way it mined a cultural moment and turned alienation into something sort of beautiful. In 1997, Jacobs and Duffy were named artistic director and studio director, respectively, of the musty luxury-goods house Louis Vuitton, the chief perk of which was that parent company LVMH agreed to bankroll a line bearing Jacobs’s name.

Since then, the two have quadrupled Vuitton’s business, thanks to pure-Jacobs masterstrokes that signaled a new exuberance for the century-old house, like collaborating with the artist Takashi Murakami on a line of leather goods at the height of our collective fetish for all things Japan; Murakami’s candied, anime take on Vuitton’s stately brown logo spurred $300 million in sales in 2003. (Jacobs, the minister at the lucrative marriage of fashion and art, has collaborated on another line of bags with kitsch-appropriator Richard Prince.)

I find myself wondering if the ultimate revenge on a tacky mother is to become a worldwide fashion icon, though the theory would surely leave Jacobs cold. He is also blasé on the subject of his success, but he’s very clear on the role his own difficulties have played. Clothes, really, were the only thing he loved during a bleak and fractured childhood. “The pain,” he says, “is proportionate to the pleasure.”

I ask Jacobs if he’s ever curious about his mother—where she is, what she’s doing now. “Not at all,” he says mordantly. “Utterly cold on the subject. I never believed that idea that you’re supposed to love the members of your family. I hate the idea of obliged feelings—I just think that’s a huge waste of time. But I’ve had enough conversations with people to realize that I’m the oddball in this category. I can’t think of anyone as detached from their family as I am. Or as detached as I say I am.”

It's thursday morning at New York’s David Barton Gym, where Jacobs is starting his day in the usual way: with a two-and-a-half-hour workout. Small and wiry, he rolls up on the balls of his feet as he moves from one end of the gym floor to another, greeting strangers, inviting scrutiny.

Closely tended by his trainer, Eric “Easy” Forlines, Jacobs grabs a pair of metal rings on the biceps machine, stares deeply into Easy’s eyes, and pulls down hard.

“Exercising is fun—the best part of my day,” Jacobs says with effort. “I’m such a catastrophic thinker that when anything happens, I figure I better just live life to the fullest—buy a diamond necklace, get another tattoo, work out with Easy.”
Between sets, they compare new tattoos—Easy’s got a Smith & Wesson revolver on his flank, while Jacobs reveals a midcentury-style couch, of all things, a couple of inches long, on the taut, tanned skin above his hip bone.

On the street after the workout, they swig protein drinks while reminiscing about the time they met, a year and a half ago, after a mutual hairstylist friend suggested they do so. At the time, the name Marc Jacobs meant little to Easy.

“Because my name wasn’t Dolce or Gabbana, he had no idea who I was,” snarks Jacobs, crouching in a tweed Dior coat and a tangerine cashmere scarf, huddled like a regular around his Marlboro Light—his last vice since swearing off everything from heroin to absinthe years ago.

By the time they met, Jacobs was already dieting. “I never saw the bigger Marc,” Easy says, behind aviator shades etched with mj, a Louis Vuitton gym bag at his feet.

“The fat guy that I kicked?” says Jacobs.

“The fat guy that we’d beat up if we saw him on the street,” Easy laughs.

“The soft, blubbery Marc Jacobs,” says Marc Jacobs.

Over the course of their relationship, Easy has seen the Jacobs evolution up close. “The contact lenses were a big part,” he says. “Then the hair got shorter and shorter. Then it got really short, and he’s like, ‘Damn, it looks good.’ Then the bling started happening. I was all for it. I said, ‘Dawg, you’re a superfamous fashion designer—like, what about some bling? Let’s do it!’ I can’t do it, so I live vicariously through all the awesome jewelry that he has.”

“Nooo, you get some,” Jacobs notes.

Easy hesitates, then offers his wrist, which boasts a gold Rolex—a birthday present from Jacobs. On the back, it’s inscribed love you dawg, mj. “I’m really proud of it,” Easy says quietly.

Then Jacobs holds up his own wrist, revealing the same watch, but with a black face. They put them together like power bracelets.

“We’re BFFs,” says Jacobs, glancing at Easy—so grateful for a sherpa in the foreign land of self-love.

Jacobs is what you might call a framily man; lacking any meaningful blood ties, he’s put himself in the hands of Team Jacobs (Easy, Dr. Duncan, his shrink, Duffy—even the chauffeur he affectionately refers to as “my boss”). He forges tight, obsessive relationships with people who can handle his compulsive need to share, the residue of years of therapy. Proponents of that work know it’s all good, whatever “it” may be. Express it, get it out there, own it. Taking on Jacobs means taking on his…stuff, which includes falling off the wagon from time to time and trying to make it work with his club-loving sometime boyfriend, Jason Preston, who is seventeen years younger and has Jacobs’s name inked the full length of his forearm.

Later in the afternoon, Jacobs is in the backseat of his silver Mercedes jeep, checking e-mails. We’ve just come from a few galleries in Chelsea, where red carpets are all but rolled out when he arrives. Jacobs’s becoming a serious collector in recent years has coincided neatly with a roaring surge in the art market, although perhaps we shouldn’t be surprised; pieces by John Currin, Richard Prince, Damien Hirst, and Ed Ruscha fill his Paris duplex (his primary residence). Typically, it was the scene, not the work, that first drew him to art. “Maybe it’s the same bull**** and politics,” Jacobs says, “maybe it’s the same lies, but because it’s not my world, it seemed great and amusing and beautiful, and I felt like the lives of these artists were so charmed.”

We arrive at the Mercer Hotel, where Jacobs lives when he’s in New York. Before lunch we sit on the bench outside so he can enjoy a cigarette, Jacobs crunched up on the bench absentmindedly riveted by the footwear of virtually every passerby. Conversation turns to his ever growing collection of tattoos. When I ask the significance of getting a bright yellow SpongeBob on his biceps, a scene from Poltergeist between his shoulder blades, and of course, that couch, Jacobs pretty much shrugs—the images just struck him in the moment. He couldn’t care less about the disfiguring permanence. When people say, “What about when you’re 80?”—as in, how’s that couch gonna look then?—he says, “I don’t know if I’m even going to get to be 80. And who would want to see me at 80, anyway? But maybe somebody will—and maybe they’ll be tattooed, too.”

This constant, almost compulsive tinkering with his appearance—I wonder where he’ll draw the line. What about Botox and plastic surgery? I ask.

“I’ve learned at this point to never say never to anything,” Jacobs says. “I look at Tom [Ford] and he looks great. Whatever he’s doing works for him. And I don’t know if he does anything, but I’m not opposed. Whatever makes me feel good, I want more of. If work is going well, I want to do more clothes. If the gym thing is working for me, I want to be bigger. If getting my hair cut makes me look younger, I want to play with the color. So I could see myself slipping down that road so quickly.” He’s already had a little work done on his nose, an approximation of the swelling that resulted when he ran into a glass door. “It got so swollen here,” he says, indicating the bridge, “and I thought, This is so hot.”

Twisting and slouching in the restaurant’s banquette now, his shirt riding up to reveal a strip of diligently worked abdomen, Jacobs looks hungry—not for a meal, but for contact, connection, recognition. He scans the room—surely there must be someone he knows…. Superstar hairstylist Oribe has already come and gone; is there not a stranger here who’d care to drop by? Getting up to go have another cigarette, Jacobs turns to the woman at the next table.

“Nice dress,” he says.

“It’s yours,” she replies.

“I know!” he says, delighted.

Lunch is grilled salmon, with a side of supplements and antioxidants. “He’s never been such a healthy eater, although he still smokes five packs of cigarettes with all that healthy food,” says Duffy, who is as devoted to Jacobs as he is realistic. “There have been many times in the course of our relationship that he’s been clean and sober—it’s not my first time around the block with that, with him.”

That said, it’s a long way from the days of being drunk enough to win a contest over who can hold a lit cigarette against the skin the longest, of getting kicked o? planes because he’d passed out in the bathroom. Chalk it up to appallingly low self-esteem, the kind that comes from not having a parent repeatedly telling you you’re the ****.

“I’d walk in a room and all I’d think about is, How many people in this room hate me right now?” Jacobs says. “They think I’m ugly, or whatever. It was the idea of not living in the moment, of thinking you can control results by your actions, of not feeling good-looking enough, not tall enough, not clever enough—I guess that’s how I’ve felt pretty much most of my life.”

Hence the clothes that so viscerally appeal to anyone who’s ever feinted, or compensated, or didn’t quite fit; anyone who, like Jacobs, abhors the idea of popular, mandated notions of what’s sexy or cool. But now that he’s in lockstep with the gym rats, worshipping surfaces, using Posh Spice to sell clothes...now what? Shouldn’t we all feel a little betrayed? In what sense does Jacobs, who once decried the idea of “oozing sexuality” as being too overt, too obvious, not now ooze sexuality?

“It’s still only a facade,” he says. “I’m still the same person. My sex life, my sexual interests, my libido, are exactly the same as they always were. It hasn’t changed my wiring or my instincts.” Which is to say, Jacobs is flaunting his stuff like he always has. It may look different—and it may look different still six months from now—but it’s the same impulse, the same cri de coeur, from a stubbornly neurotic genius, who turns it all into the best clothes in town. As a shrink surely told him somewhere along the line, redemption is in admitting what you’re up to.

“It’s like saying, ‘I want to look hot.’ That is such a dumb thing to say,” Jacobs notes. “But what’s so cool about it is that you can say it. Yeah, I want a bunch of muscle queens at David Barton Gym to think that my body looks dope. And I might think that was an awkward and dumb thing to say, but I still like that I’ll throw it out there. Because it’s true, you know?”

Lucy Kaylin is a former GQ features editor; she is now the executive editor at Marie Claire.


Thanks to Lucy92 over at The Fashion Spot for the picture and article!

Monday, April 14, 2008

Minnie & Masha!

Those of you who know me know that I have two obsessions in life: High fashion and Disney. For the most part they are entirely contradictory. Walt Disney World is my favorite place in the world and I'm sure anyone working in fashion, for the most part, would be disgusted by more than one vacation there. Still, I won't defend or hide my Disney love. Which is why I was blabbering with excitment last week when I saw this editorial in Vogue Russia April 2008.

Not only does it star my current favorite model, Masha Tyelna but MINNIE MOUSE gets in on the story and the couture for herself! Absolute perfection. I believe the story is that Minnie is having a lovely Russian vacation and Masha is being sweet enough to show her around.

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Vogue Russia April 2008
Minnie Mouse on Vacation in Moscow
photography: Doug Inglish
styling: Sally G. Lyndley
model: Masha Tyelna
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More Nina Garcia Speculation

Still no offical word from anyone about anything. But my very favorite ladies (and guy) over at Fashionista have their take from their own sources over at Elle. Basically they say that it was very quiet, no one was screaming or throwing Loubatins as much as we'd love to believe it.

What's True: Everyone's quick to say that Nina was never around, and rarely seen in her office. Project Runway was the reason to keep her on, which everyone thought would only be for one more season, but after Lifetime bought it, well, that was just a little too long to hang on.

So the big bad story? Nina was making too much money for not doing any actual work related to being a Fashion Director of a major magazine. Guess that's the price of TV stardom.


So there you go. Hopefully we're done with this but with all of the gossip it probably won't be the last we've heard of it.

Sunday, April 13, 2008

More on Nina leaving Elle Magazine



As far as I know there hasn't been any official confirmation from Elle, Nina Garcia, or Project Runway that she's actually left her position. As I said earlier TMZ is reporting that she was fired but there is a good chance she chose to leave on her own. THIS POST IS ENTIRELY SPECULATION ON EVERY LEVEL. Please don't sue me. So, from what I'm reading on The Fashion Spot WWD Newsletter subscribers received an email early Friday afternoon with the breaking news that "sources" had claimed that the editor and the magazines had "parted ways." Hours later the following article was posted on their website:

Published: Friday, April 11, 2008
By Stephanie Smith
Elle is said to have parted company with its fashion director and “Project Runway” star and author Nina Garcia sources said late Friday.

Neither Garcia, Elle editor in chief Robbie Myers nor a spokeswoman for Elle could be reached for comment.

On Tuesday, Elle hosted a dinner with Moschino to celebrate Simon Doonan's new book, "Eccentric Glamour: Creating an Insanely More Fashionable You", but Garcia was notably absent.

Speculation about Garcia's departure has swirled for months, especially after the arrival of Joe Zee at the beginning of 2007 as creative director. Last spring, Garcia left the magazine on maternity leave, and began writing a monthly fashion column for Elle upon her return. Garcia was in the office on Friday morning, but by the afternoon, sources close to the building say Hachette’s Midtown offices were abuzz about the rumor.


My thinking is that with the reported tension between Garcia and the new creative director Joe Zee she just figured that as a new mother, a published author and a reality TV star she just didn't need that added professional stress, so she left Elle and they weren't willing to put up a fight to keep her. AGAIN complete speculation. I don't know Nina beyond what I've seen on TV and read in Elle and obviously have no idea what the truth is but that seems a likely explanation. However, according to MSN Nina hasn't resigned for another season of Project Runway (interestingly neither has Michael Kors) but she HAS agreed to a guest spot on an upcoming episode of Ugly Betty.

I'm wondering if she'll try for another magazine job but I haven't heard recently of any other high profile positions opening up, plus would a magazine be willing to put up with reality TV? We've seen how well thats gone in the past for JANE and Teen Vogue and if I were a publisher I don't know I'd be willing to take the chance.

Anyway, I'm off to the grocery store. I'll post more about this if/as I find out anything. I'm sure tomorrow there will be more information in the mainstream media that have been closed all weekend and therefore not speculating. Hopefully an official word will be out by then too!

Friday, April 11, 2008

You're Either In or You're Out



TMZ is reporting tonight that Project Runway judge Nina Garcia was just fired from her job as Fashion Director at Elle Magazine.
Project Runway recently announced that next season it will be moving from Bravo to Lifetime.

Elizabeth & James



Elizabeth & James is a (fairly) new contemporary sportswear line by the Olsens. Well, sort of. While the girls completely design, market, micromanage and directly own their high end line, The Row,  Elizabeth & James is a licensing deal with L'Koral Industries. (Similar to the contract the girls have for their highly successful tween line at Walmart.) L'Koral is well known for their premium denim line, Seven For All Mankind  and contemporary label, LaRok.


The girls & their style serve more as muses for the real designers of the line but they do have final approval on all designs. And the designs, for the most part, work. Two seasons ago a backless hoodie dress had me salivating and this season the aptly named Belle De Jour dress is equally interesting and stunning. 

This past week Mary-Kate & Ashley landed in Hong Kong for the launch of Elizabeth & James at Honk Kong store Lane Crawford to raving reviews. 

But you don't have to be in Hong Kong to get your paws on the line. There are three Boston retailers of Elizabeth & James (compared to one for The Row) but keep in mind that they all stock different pieces and none carry the entire line. But I wouldn't order E&J online. The designs and cuts are great but the sizing can be difficult and some of the fabrics are disappointing especially for the price. It might be a contemporary line but it's price point is considerably higher than expected. For example, the Peacock Kimono Jacket retails for $395, the Chanteuse dress retails at $575 and the fabric iffy Bardot Pant is found at $198. 


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Above, The Peacock Kimono Jacket, $395 and High Waist Shorts, $245 at Neiman Marcus

Neiman Marcus- Boston, 5 Copley Place, 617-536-3660
                                 Natick, Natick Collection, 508-620-5700
Saks Fifth Avenue- Boston, Prudential Center, 617-262-8500

Thursday, April 10, 2008

Christopher Kane for Lancome





Kate Moss will definitely be carrying around a lot more lip-gloss this spring. One of the model's favorite British designers, Christopher Kane, has collaborated with Lancôme for a limited edition line of the cult favorite Juicy Tubes!
The Juicy Tubes World Tour features nine very wearable colors inspired by four of the most stylish cities in the world and in shades complimentary to Kane’s own Spring 2008 collection.

Tokyo Plum Blossom
Red Hot New York
Fifth Avenue Frosting
Copacabana Coffee
Rio Mango
Paris Bubbly
Grand Café Crème Brûlée
Moulin Rose
Peach Mochi

The tubes themselves are all dressed up in four illustrations of Kane’s spring collection. My personal favorite is Paris Bubbly a pale, champagne gold that is universally flattering alone or over a lipstick to give it a pop!

One of my complaints about Juicy Tubes in the past was how gloopy the gloss felt on my mouth. It cried out for constant touch ups and then practically glued lips shut with its sticky substance. There was something about them that reminded me a little too much of a kid wearing Bonne Bell. I always knew I could find a similar color, for a lower price, with a better texture.

Well, the Lancôme gods must have heard my prayers because while Juicy Tubes World Tour do taste yummy (Paris Bubbly tastes like champagne; Red Hot New York is cinnamon flavored) they are also smooth, lightweight, and moisturizing. Between the gorgeous colors, excellent texture, and Christopher Kane’s involvement the Juicy Tubes World Tour are worth their $18 price tag.

Interested? Get to a Lancôme counter fast as four of the colors have already sold out on Lancôme’s website. But don’t worry I did some investigative journalism to find out which stores around Boston are stocked so you don’t have to run to a lame mall only to find a blank faced sales girl whose never even heard of dear Christopher.

Sephora – Boston, Prudential Center, (617) 262-4200
Chestnut Hill, Chestnut Hill Mall, (617) 964-0800

Nordstrom- Natick, Natick Collection, (781) 345-7800

A Celebrity Moment


Ashlee Simpson and Pete Wentz announced their engagement last night. Good for them. But it made me wonder...Will the groom be wearing more eyeliner than the bride?


Wednesday, April 9, 2008

Coming Soon





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Wednesday, April 2, 2008

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