At what point did I become so mortally jealous of Hermione? She went from a frizzy-haired child wizard to a bonafide style icon in practically no time at all — props! Emma, as anyone who’s anyone does, turned out in my fair city for the Tribeca Film Festival, which runs April 18-29, and last Saturday night, she attended the premiere of “Struck By Lightning,” starring Glee’s Chris Colfer. I daresay she was the best-dressed at the event in head to toe Miu Miu, mixing tiny prints in the same color family and tossing on a motorcycle jacket over the whole thing like a pro. I’ll show you how to get my supremely wearable altered interpretation on this look, without the hefty price tag, after the jump. Now, if only she’d grow out that pixie cut… Keep reading »
You can count on the Tribeca Film Festival and the events during it to provide a very eclectic crowd and, with that crowd, plenty of fashion fodder. Tuesday night’s turnout for the Chanel Artist Dinner at the glamorous Odeon was distinctly fashion-based, attracting designers, socialites, and — my absolute favorite — some of the modeling industry’s most illustrious names (and Kimye, but let’s forget about that). As one might anticipate, this gathering was almost unprecedentedly well-dressed, so it takes an opinionated eye to separate the best from the rest. Fortunately, I’ve never exactly been known for my neutrality. Here’s my selection of the good, the bad, and the just meh from last night’s event.
Growing up in the ’90s, I was crazy about Lisa Frank. Stickers, notebooks, folders, pencils — I had all of the school accessories, and though I was impossibly chagrined at the time, these days I am so thankful my mother never let me delve into the realm of her clothing and stuffed animals. That would have been a deep, dark, psychologically threatening hole to wander down. When I see her drawings today, the eye-searing colors and bastardized animals scream weird Tim & Eric acid fever dream instead of recess popularity and sticker trades. Further reinforcing that idea is this actual photograph of Lisa Frank, which makes it very apparent that she both A) really does love pink and purple and B) has a serious case of crazy eyes (Quaaludes?). Now I would like to firmly file this photo, along with all other things Lisa Frank-related, into the secret back compartment of my brain responsible for suppressing disturbing childhood and adolescent memories (you get back in there, KaBlam!), thanks. [photo via Racked]
I am generally involved in a passionate love affair with Mila Kunis’s wardrobe, both her decadent red carpet dresses (the lavender Elie Saab she wore for the 2011 Academy Awards was one of the most gorgeous things I have ever laid eyes on) and her low-key but chic off-duty ensembles. She has an amazing body and knows how to dress it in a way that manages to be simultaneously jaw-droppingly sexy and totally relatable, like Monica Bellucci with a copious dash of Meg Griffin — I wonder why? But when it comes to this look (all Phillip Lim with the exception of her Dior pumps) from yesterday’s CinemaCon, I’m ambivalent. For the record, I am firmly pro-formal shorts, even metallic ones, so that is not the issue here. I like almost everything about it: the boxy jacket and peachy nude blouse are spot-on, as are the shoes, but the waist of the shorts and the way the light catches the sheen of the fabric leave Mila looking lumpy in the midsection. I’m not saying she looks fat or anything like that at all, but literally lumpy and just unflattering. What do you think: am I being nitpicky? Do you love this look, or would you leave the shiny shorts at home? On Ashton Kutcher’s bedroom floor, perhaps?
If 69-year-old Calvin Klein’s (former) relationship with model Nicholas Gruber wasn’t weird enough already, it just got a little weirder: Gruber, 22, was charged with misdemeanor assault, resisting arrest, and possession of a controlled substance early Tuesday morning after he allegedly assaulted a man in his Greenwich Street penthouse. The 20-year-old victim, who had been at the assailant’s house for a “get-together” of sorts after Gruber took him home following a night out, suffered injuries to the face during the 4 a.m. scuffle. When apprehended by police, Gruber didn’t go easily, flailing “his arms in an attempt to avoid being cuffed” and shoving “his hand into his pants trying to conceal something,” sources said. That “something” was cocaine, which authorities discovered hidden in his underwear when he was strip-searched at the police station. Hey, I’m not surprised, but that is one seriously expensive habit. I wonder how he keeps it going without his sugar daddy writing him off. I have a suspicion of sorts — especially since his gay porn pics were revealed back in 2010, when he was only 20 — but I won’t jump to conclusions. Cocaine! Don’t do it. [NY Post]
In her spare time, Claire Danes is married to Hugh Dancy, so she must be doing something right. Like really, really right. Regardless, I like Claire, even more so as of late, since she’s been out and about doing press for her TV show, “Homeland,” being generally funny and quirky and not at all like your typical Hollywood mouthpiece. She came out Monday night in Tribeca for the premiere of Hysteria, which her husband stars in, and chose a daring Narciso Rodriguez dress for the occasion. I honestly like that Claire isn’t afraid of taking sartorial risks — she almost never goes for basic, safe standbys, instead preferring edgier, more colorful pieces. This is a gorgeous dress any way you look at it but I just don’t know if it’s flattering on her, especially in the chest, where she’s small. What do you think of this dress on Claire: love it or leave it?
Instagram is the latest billion-dollar craze, but you probably won’t see me hopping on the bandwagon. I am biologically averse to anything that leads millions of middle schoolers with iPhones to believe that they are, in fact, skilled photographers. The pictures aren’t terrible, but I hesitate to call anything produced by a smartphone app “art.” I guess it really just depends whose hands it falls into, because British fashion photographer Nick Knight has defied my reasoning with the first-ever high fashion Instagram shoot. Keep reading »
I thought I could count on Emma Roberts to keep things sleek, chic, and under control, but not so. Coachella would be the perfect opportunity to let your freak flag fly, and Emma seems to have taken up that offer. Girlfriend is looking less than her usual classy self in a bizarre boob tube she might have put through a paper shredder before changing her mind, not to mention those unbuttoned cut-offs. Seriously, I want to know what she was thinking. I can’t help but approximate, in the spirit of Coachella, that drugs may have been involved in the creation of this outfit. Thanks, drugs!
Our love of Michael Fassbender is well-documented but even we were surprised to see that he’s such a damn good editorial model. The Irish actor boasts a feature in the May issue of Vogue, starring alongside serious supermodel Natalia Vodianova in a series of stunningly gorgeous Jazz Age-inspired photographs shot by the legendary Craig McDean, and take my word for it: Fass is a natural, evoking a striking utilitarian sensibility while also giving a nod to the nouvelle vague. I’m never all that impressed by screen stars modeling with high-fashion faces, but these photos are beyond — check them out after the jump. [Vogue] Keep reading »
I’m a girl who loves a good pair of shit-kicking boots, and yes, before you ask, I insist that they bear the name of Doc Marten. All others are mere imitations, no? I take mine black, matte, and mid top because I’m hardcore like that, but you’d be pleasantly surprised by the vast selection the brand offers. They sell their famous ball-busters in every color, texture, and style imaginable. My personal favorites, as far as switching it up goes, are the spotted Italian calf hair (to die for) and the sadly no longer available pastel pairs. I love the idea of floral Docs, but the patterns they’ve used have been too great-grandma’s nylon tablecloth for my personal preference. This is where Liberty of London comes in. The famed fabric house, who has worked on collabs with everyone from Hermes to Kate Moss for Topshop, has joined forces with the staid shoemakers on a collection of shoes that’s bound to be one of the most coveted snags for spring. The shoes hit stores (and, fingers crossed, the website) come the first of May. I definitely need a pair, or two, or all of them (ahem, the ones on the right will be mine), but tell me: would you wear the outcome of this unlikely partnership?