Eighty-year-old Giorgio Armani, the white-haired man pictured above, is sick of gay men dressing so gay. In an interview with The Sunday Times Magazine, the Italian fashion designer complained about “homosexual men” dressing all “homosexual.”
You're filthy rich, you're smoking lots of hash and you're throwing epic parties in a palace outside the medina. What do you wear? All of this. Purple haze all in your brain.
Last night in New York City at the Armani One Night Only event, famous folks gathered and wore a lot of black. A whole lot of black.
When you think "Giorgio Armani," do you think high contrast black and white? Do you think giant flower corsages? Do you think 1920s cloches and boaters? No? Well that's what he presented in Milan yesterday as part of his spring 2012 collection. Theere was an absence of color, but the clothes were super crisp, very…
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- Along with other businesses, Tokyo's many fashion companies started…
Nilina Mason-Campbell ran around Paris to get a fresh look at couture. Not the runway-shot, brand-manicured take we always get. The street-skulking, exhilarating flash-and-grab honesty of the perennial non-ticket-holder! (It's not our fault we don't know any PRs in Paris.)
- Tom Ford, a man who immobilized his forehead with Botox, thinks people should go naked. Especially, well... "Fat women almost always look better without the constraint and lumpy pinching of clothes, all the straps and elastic squeezing and sucking." [ContactMusic]
Here is an internal Harper's Bazaar document that lists the brands to feature in upcoming editorial spreads, ranked according to priority — and helpfully divided between "Advertisers" and "Non-Advertisers." This is how your ladymag sausage gets made.
Couture week, that four-day period when editors descend on Paris to venerate the fiction that enough people still buy $80,000 dresses to justify the expense and bother and fabulousness of the proceedings, is over. How'd everyone do?