Models! Not only are they superhumanly coltish and beautiful, but they also have impeccable street style, probably due in part to all of the amazing (and often free) clothes they’re constantly surrounded by. I’m pretty sure they’re all like this, because I have never seen nor heard of an off-duty fashion model looking less than, like, exponentially better than me on my best day ever. It helps that many of them have somewhat of a uniform, and that uniform is black: painted-on skinny jeans, cool combat boots, a breezy tank top or sweater and some kickass jacket. Karolina Kurkova is a gorgeous non-exception to the rule who gets all glitz and glamour on the red carpet and then classic New York City cool in her downtime. (Also, she doesn’t have a bellybutton.) I love how she looks comfortable and ready to trek anywhere (let’s face it, a chauffeured Town Car is probably following her just in case her feet get tired in those Isabel Marant wedge sneakers). While there are most definitely some lofty names attached to this seemingly careless outfit, it’s easy enough to achieve without the supermodel price tag. Let’s do it! Keep reading »
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J. Crew creative director Jenna Lyons is one of our longtime much-agreed-upon style crushes. If we could all mix J. Crew with high fashion half as well as she does, the world would be a more colorful, impeccably dressed place. Bitch is magic. She also has some softly-spoken ties to the CFDA — it’s a fairly new tradition for each year’s CFDA/Vogue Fashion Fund winner creates a collaborative line with J. Crew, but it’s a damn good one we hope will continue — so it’s only natural that Ms. Lyons turned out for last night’s awards ceremony. Her signature masculine-feminine approach never fails (this is the woman who wore a white T-shirt over a ball gown to the Met Gala last year with aplomb) to make jaws drop, leaving everyone in the foreseeable radius wondering how she manages to be all at once preppy, chic, eccentric, and transcendentally can’t-put-your-finger-on-it cool. Or maybe that’s just me. (Solange ain’t half bad, either.)
The Council of Fashion Designers of America, better known as the CFDA, holds an awards ceremony each year to celebrate achievement in fashion design — the Oscars of the fashion set, if you will. Emerging a winner is a victory akin to Diane von Furstenberg (she’s the president of the Council) giving you a little tap on the head and saying, “You’ve made it.” The nature of the ceremony is to honor fresh and emerging talent, and while last night’s event also crowned winners (Tommy Hilfiger and Rei Kawakubo, respectively) for both Lifetime and International achievements, some of the victors are practically unheard of outside of the insider-y design realm. If you have an interest in high fashion, it behooves you to acquaint yourself with these up-and-coming game changers, because chances are they’ll be the next hot names to come up on the mainstream style radar… well, I guess they already are.
“Look at a picture of me before I was 15. I am a boy. I wore my brother’s clothes, dude! Not like I cared that much, but I remember being made fun of because I wasn’t wearing Juicy jeans. I didn’t even think about it. I wore my gym clothes. But it’s not like I didn’t care that they made fun of me. It really bothered me. I remember this girl in sixth grade looked at me in gym and was like, ‘Oh my God! That’s disgusting — you don’t shave your legs!”
— Kristen Stewart may prefer jeans and dirty sneakers in her downtime, but when it comes to the glossy, highly coveted cover of a magazine, the “Twilight” actress sure does clean up nicely. Stewart is an unlikely style icon, a rare breed who grapples to stay true to herself even when inundated with ideas of what she’s supposed to be like. It seems that the 22-year-old actress has even come to embrace her cover-girl side, and she plays the glamorous part better than we could ever have imagined when she first emerged on the scene as a messy-haired tomboy, but who’s counting? The upcoming July issue of “Vanity Fair” features Stewart glamorized to the utmost point in Paris, photographed by Mario Testino in avant-garde fascinators and lush gowns. The cover alone has me wanting more, more, more — I’m fascinated by Kristen and her dichotomy of soft, sensitive femininity coupled with headstrong boyishness. [Vanity Fair]
Kristen Stewart has become somewhat of an unwilling fashion plate in the past few years, what with her red carpet ubiquity and relationship with Balenciaga, but I don’t always agree with her sartorial choices. She’s never photographed off-duty in anything but Converse, jeans, and a T-shirt, so I often find her event looks kind of contrived given that she seems so uncomfortable, like she has no idea why she’s where she is, wearing whatever she’s wearing. I will give her credit, though: she actually cracked a smile at this week’s LA screening of “Snow White And The Huntsman,” no small feat for a girl who usually looks like she’s about to cry. Nevertheless, I feel terribly ambivalent about the Stella McCartney ensemble she went for. A high, buttoned neck like this is flattering on next to nobody, but I think it could have worked on Kristen had she skipped the stuffy jacket. She looked fabulous at all of her Cannes appearances and while I prefer to see her in those opulent dresses with her hair down, this is probably the kind of outfit she feels more “herself” in, and I can’t argue with that. What do you think: is Kristen rocking this buttoned-up, slightly androgynous look?
As you’ve probably figured out by now, the promise of summer calls for a simplified makeup routine. There are a few ground rules — no heavy foundation, no dark eyeshadow in the day time, and please, for the love of god, no sticky lipgloss — but the general guideline is just to pare it all down. I know it’s hard out here for a girl who feels lost without her smoky black eyeliner or a security blanket of thick base, but there aren’t many things that are less attractive than all that stuff melting down your face. Like all things (jokes), the stars do it best, so let’s take some cues from these ladies for keeping cool when it’s really, really hot.
Alexa Chung’s talent, the skill responsible for her ascent to fame, is dressing extraordinary well, and does she ever. Though it’s tempting to explain it away as such, it’s not just that everything looks good on her beanpole figure — she really knows how to put a look together using a diverse mix of high and low (admittedly, more high these days), and she’s never afraid to go out on a limb. Surely Alexa does have genetics to thank as well as her own knack for dressing, but she’s so low-key and self-effacing that I can’t help but like her in a way that I can’t muster for most of our famous-for-next-to-nothing celebs. That said, I would do anything for her wardrobe. Anything, I tell you. This look is the consummate example of Alexa’s off-duty British cool — a super-short fitted skirt, edgy boots with socks peeking out, and a boyish pullover are perfectly suited to pretty much anywhere you may go. You know what I always say: let’s steal it, shall we? Keep reading »
The production of counterfeit luxury goods is a criminal offense, and designers have always been vocal in their condemnation of the practice. Last week, Prada chief executive officer (and Miuccia’s husband) Patrizio Bertelli stoked controversy when he shared his opinion on the matter, saying, “Fake goods aren’t totally bad; at least it created jobs at some counterfeit factories.” He went on to reason, “We don’t want to be a brand that nobody wants to copy.” When questions arose, a Prada spokesman justified Bertelli’s statement, proceeding to say that “the quote is part of an extended conversation” that acknowledged the way in which “the market of counterfeits is an objective reality for successful brands and how this phenomenon has its own reality, also in terms of manufacturing, that is very structured.” This kind of progressive attitude, previously unheard of amongst the high fashion flock, is a natural extension of the fact that these activities will continue to exist, so why not put a positive spin on it? Keep reading »
Wes Anderson’s new film “Moonrise Kingdom,” which tells a story of two dissatisfied, soul-searching 12-year-olds falling in love in 1960s New England, shattered limited-release box office records with a gross of $669,486 over the four-day Memorial Day holiday weekend. The movie’s distributor, Focus Features, confirmed that its per-location average of $130,752 by Sunday while playing in four theaters was in fact the highest average ever for a non-animated film, a record previously held by “Dreamgirls.”
I saw it on Friday, the day it came out, and though I’m a card-carrying member of Wes Anderson’s most devoted fan club (there’s not a film in his repertoire that doesn’t charm me and every other twenty-something Brooklyn girl to death), don’t let my bias sway you: this movie is seriously good. I have been known to hate on child actors, who are often awkward and contrived enough to ruin an otherwise decent movie, so I had my doubts going into the theater. But Jared Gilman and Kara Hayward, the two young stars who had never acted professionally prior to being casted, were delightful. I won’t give too much away, but you have to see this movie if you haven’t already, whether you’re a fan of Anderson’s previous films or not (but especially if you are). Right now “Moonrise Kingdom” is only playing at select theaters in New York and Los Angeles, but Focus will be extending the distribution to several hundred theaters throughout the month. You can watch the trailer here. [CBS News]
Karl Lagerfeld is known as much for making bizarre and inflammatory comments as he is for designing clothing. Let’s recap: Adele is a little too fat for his liking. He loves Dominique Strauss-Kahn. He doesn’t tolerate ugly children. He only likes high-class escorts, and doesn’t like sleeping with people he really loves. He thinks the only people who take issue with thin models are “fat mummies.” Perhaps best of all, he claims that Coco Chanel was “never a feminist because [she] wasn’t ugly enough for that.” Seriously. To be frank, I like to think of Karl as a caricature of sorts who can never really be taken all that seriously in any context aside from fashion. He is, after all, the Kaiser, and the Kaiser’s gonna say what he damn well pleases. Keep reading »