This makes me sad, because from what I've heard (briefly) Christian Lacroix is a pretty nice guy. An acquaintance once told me about Lacroix inviting a young boy with a passion for fashion from a Make-a-Wish-like foundation to his atelier, showing him around, and giving him a few sketches to take home. This is secondhand news, but still - aw.
I LOVE Simon Doonan - how freaking awesome that he is decorating the white house?
I have his memoir "Nasty" from a few years back. It is an absolute bust you gut laughing read. Now I need to go read it again. Love.
@mikaelamac: I adore him so, and frankly could sit enraptured while he reads the dictionary, I find him so charming and hilarious. I really need to pick up his memoir.
Whoever your mom is, people won't give you hundreds of thousands of dollars," says Vladimir Restoin Roitfeld...
Let's all just take a moment and appreciate the awesomeness lightly buried in that statement and the fact that, for once, we're not talking about a patriarch. WOMEN FTW.
@suck_it_monkeys: I think he actually says, "Anna, the winter(Wintour) gets cold; en (in) vogue with your skin out." I just caught this reference at the gym this morning. Part of the long tradition of hip hop "metaphors" that don't entirely make sense, but can be clever (like this one) or lame (like countless others).
@suck_it_monkeys: It makes sense -- the whole verse is about young women who come to New York all innocent and get caught up in the high life. So take the lyrics as written, and he's just continuing to paint the picture: those girls you see huddled outside of clubs in mid-January wearing miniskirts and sexy little jackets, freezing their asses off while they wait for some guy to hail them a cab. Now take the lyrics as they sound, and it adds another layer: they're models, or they want to be, they're just fashionable accessories and all people value them for are their looks. Bonus points for magazine title wordplay in a song about New York, which, at least if you're in the industry, can feel like it lives and breathes magazines.
I just noticed that yesterday when I was listening to that song! It made me laugh aloud, and the guy walking next to me gave me a sidelong look and slunk farther away. Hee.
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I have his memoir "Nasty" from a few years back. It is an absolute bust you gut laughing read. Now I need to go read it again. Love.
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Let's all just take a moment and appreciate the awesomeness lightly buried in that statement and the fact that, for once, we're not talking about a patriarch. WOMEN FTW.
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Look at me Glow
Glowing Bride
Glowing red
So Much For the Afterglow
Glow-rius
My Glowiness
and her kids line: Glow Worm (glow in the dark stickers included).
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My Glow-rogative
Waiting for Glownight
Glow in Manhattan
On the Glow
Jenny from the Glow