Buried in the 10th paragraph of writer Eric Wilson's "Thursday Styles" piece on the opening of Armani's new 5th Ave. flagship store, after the square feet and the years of construction and the annual company revenues, is the revelation that the designer's much-hyped dispatches from New York fashion week are not, in fact, entirely the perma-tanned Italian's own work. Anyone who imagined Armani coming home in the pre-dawn hours to his Upper West Side pied-à-terre from some fashion after-party only to dutifully type his impressions into a little gray text editor should take note: his blogging is all "as told to J. J. Martin, a freelance journalist."
But it might not be a clear-cut case of Lydia Hearstism. Armani is somewhat less than proficient in spoken English, and conducts his English-language interviews via interpreter. It would be strange indeed if he were suddenly able to blog daily in flawless English prose. (After a rocky start where he criticized Americans' pasta, window coverings, and what we wear to night clubs, Armani has gone on to recount his first trip to the Bronx, where he opened a new arts center with Caroline Kennedy before riding the subway back downtown, and dished about his star-studded store opening on Tuesday night.)