With a spare $3,300

I'd invest in this sexy, smokeless, portable fireplace by Travelmate.

Tiffany & Co. ad campaign: F/W 0809

Wait, who did the ads last season? I can't remember.

I guess that's why they got Sasha.

Cover Talk

For one reason or another, I really like Karen Elson. Perhaps it's because she reminds me of a red-headed Winona Ryder circa Beetlejuice. And in this lacy Prada number she looks like a porceline doll eloped form the shelf. Creepy, but cool nonetheless.

And then there's Gisele, 'the body,' who I recently discovered shares a birthday with my sister (July 20th.) Happy belated 28th birthday.

CK Underwear ad campaign: F/W 0809

Because I refuse to validate Eva Mendes as a newsworthy individual (much less the face of CK Underwear for women), I offer you Garrett Neff, who is much better looking and a lot less annoying.

These photos are classic Calvin.

Bee Day

Bee Shaffer, daughter of la Wintour, turns 21 today, and I'm not even going to be a bitch and say that she's less cool than Julia Restoin-Roitfeld. I just hope for her birthday she gets a Magnus Berger, because every girl deserves one of those.

Here's to you Bee. Bottom's up.

Roitfeld Residence

Here are a few pictures of Carine Roitfeld's flat, taken from New Parisian Interiors (a Taschen book, of course.)



Is it everything I imagined it to be? Yes and no.
It's masterfully minimal, oui, and quite beautiful, but I half-expected just a little more personality from the fiercest woman in fashion. Just a tad.

Eye on...Claude Grant

I love this fresh, modern approach to very classic elements of meanswear.




Claude Grant
561 Hudson St., #49

Just because

the Givenchy gang is BAD-ASS.
I love a girl with attitude.

Lanvin ad campaign: F/W 0809

Why, why, why does Raquel Zimmerman--more specifically, Raquel Zimmerman's mouth--keep haunting me so?

Here it is painted with dark lipsick in the new Lanvin ad, which also stars Liya Kebede.

What happend to Olga, Alber?

Feature: Cindy & Co.

In honor of my own elation, I present a piece of American history epitomized in one. single. picture.

It doesn't get much better than this.

Stephanie, Cindy, Christy, Tatjana and Naomi
Herb Ritts, 1989

a spread instead

So Carla got the cover, but Stephanie, Naomi, Claudia, Linda, Christy and Cindy were not about to walk away with nothing.

The Supers are back!

And if you grew up glued to MTV's House of Style, still get down to Freedom! '90, "want to be 5'10" like Cindy Crawford," and refuse to get out of bed for less than $10, 000 a day, you COMPLETELY understand the excitement.

Orwell, meet Olsen

It was reported ages ago that Mary-Kate and Ashley are writing a coffee table book, and here, finally, is the cover of the over-dramatically simple Influence.


I just laughed a bit, first at the title, and then at these remarks from Ash and MK, respectively:

“Mary-Kate and I have filled Influence with the most interesting, challenging, creative people we know — the ones who helped pave the way for us and our generation."

“Ashley and I interviewed the people who have inspired us, with the hope that they will inspire and teach others."

Oh Olsens, only from you two would I accept such pretentious babble. With other 22-year-olds it just would not fly. I’m sincerely glad you’ve lived such interesting lives and I’m openly jealous of the liberties your bottomless bank accounts afford you.

Television, movies, clothes, lunchboxes and…photographic literature?

Sure, why not.

The book is set to release in late October.

A Day for Diane

Diane von Furstenburg, along with the late Liz Claiborne, was honored today with a spot on Seventh Avenues’s Fashion Walk of Fame—a Hollywood-style promenade of iconic designers the likes of Halston, Calvin and Marc.

And as if her Diane’s day wasn’t already stellar, she was also re-elected as the president of the CFDA. The vote: unanimous.

I’m not a fan of fashion's perpetually grinning grandma, but do it Diane.

Carla lands a cover!

The September "Style Issue" of Vanity Fair features the former model and French First Lady on the cover, dispelling earlier rumors of a 90's glamazon (Linda, Christy, Naomi, etc.) reunion. And as awesome as it would have been to see the Supers back together again, I couldn't be more pleased with the choice.

If you weren't obsessed before, you will surely fall in love Mme. Sarkozy after reading the article.

But that's not all.

Bruni also made the magazine's annual 2008 International Best-Dressed List, and rightfully so. Others...not so much. Though you can decide for yourself.

Naomi+Nick+Rodarte+Guns=Glory

At this point you may be fed up with all the hype surrounding black models and their lack of representation in the fashion industry.

Oh well! Because there's more, and I honestly hope it continues until progressive changes are made.

I'd say Naomi agrees, and in this short, silent video directed by the great Nick Knight, she's willing to pull out the big guns (literally) to prove just how pissed off (and plum-fucking- crazy) she really is.

Vogue Niños

I love this editorial.

Between both parents I have five siblings, but I'm certainly not what you would call a 'child person' (trauma perhaps.) Aside from kindling those paternal instincts, these photos confirm that the only reason to have children is to mold them in your narcissistic image and dress them up like little puppets.

Just kidding. Kind of.

Finally, she has a name

and that name is Olivia Palermo.

I saw this girl EVERY DAY at the tents during fashion week last February and it always seemed like she was the first one there and the last one to leave. I’m unimpressed by most celebrities and other self-important people, but I recognize that there are certain qualities about them that keep our eyes fixed, and Ms. Palermo certainly had a few. She’s fashionably tiny, well dressed, has commercial quality hair and kept those stock poses ready for anyone willing to take her picture.

But really, who is she?

Honestly, I still don’t know, but the best—albeit bullshit—answer is ‘socialite.’ I’m just going to call her the real-life, far less entertaining Blair Waldorf.

Since she apparently does nothing I won’t write further lest I give the impression that I actually give a shit, but now that the mystery is finally solved I can move on to more gratifying topics…like Olivia’s boyfriend, model Johannes Huebl.

I love Lim

The Paper Maché is proud to announce that WWD will be hosting its annual Fashion Week party with none other than Mr. 3.1 himself, Phillip Lim. Excellent.

and speaking of, let’s discuss this pant
I need them, but not the $442 in debt.
Maybe I can find an alternative? We’ll see.

Marc is NOT married [yet]

I know you were all salivating over the juicy rumor that Marc Jacobs had married his new man-of-the-moment, Lorenzo Martone. Well, the same people (uhmm…Fashion Week Daily) that misinformed us are now rectifying: Marc and Lorenzo are not married and instead are merely spending a little quality time in Paris before vacationing in Ibiza.

But we already knew this because:

a) Mr. Jacobs treats his lovers like everything else in his life—next season’s fad, sure to diminish after the wtf factor fades.
b) Marriage, by name, is still not legal for men in France.
c) Civil unions are not hip.

I rest my case.

But in all seriousness, I really hope he’s found the happiness and security conspicuously absent for his flings with Callboy Jason and Anal Erik, the porn star. I know it's part of his image, but he's too cute and talented to be wasting time with walking STDs. Good luck Lorenzo.

Lauren Cuntrag

If you haven’t heard already, a number of respectable young designers (Benjamin Cho, etc.) have decided to either not show during NY Fashion Week or have opted for more ‘intimate’ presentations for their collections this season, due mostly to outrageous production costs and lack of support during this economic slump. Meanwhile, talentless twats like Lauren Conrad enjoy heavy publicity and commercial aide for the cheap, skanky tank tops and logo tees pedaled at kitschy places like Kitson and Fred Segal.

A Fox News article I just read confirmed what all of us already knew: Lauren has little if nothing to do with her own clothing line—period. She can’t sketch, she can’t sew, and she certainly has no respect for fashion nor the integrity with which it should be approached. Ms. Conrad’s line is an injustice, an abomination, and I hope it plummets to the depths of obscurity like her stupid show and the pathetic career it gave her.

It's late; I'm livid. Rant: over.

Feature: the French Château

Long before the apartment in New York, I wanted a château in France. As a kid I would run around linoleum floors that made for marble in powdered wigs fashioned from mops, pretending to be at parties in my provincial palace—sometimes a lord, always a lady.

You might think that châteaux, the historic dominions of the ennobled and self-indulgent, completely contradict the egalitarian ideals forged by this country and, yes, that’s true. But in America we’re born with the privilege of possibility, so it’s practically an act of patriotism wielding $$$ to fulfill your fantasies.

I don’t want anything too extravagant, just a small estate with some history (pre-1793 is optimal), so this place, built in 1790, is absolutely perfect.

On the market for a little over 2.3 million USD, this petit château in France’s Limousin region is a virtual steal. So let them buy up Brentwood and those wooden shacks in Aspen; I’ll have my pleasure à l’ancien régime.

Power Team

Thanks Wil.

Look ladies, leave the Louboutins alone

just for a second, and slip your feet into these. Why?
Because I can't.

Balenciaga patent leather platform T-strap sandal.
Givenchy leather sandal with ostrich-feather ankle strap.
Narciso Rodriguez leather double-strap sandal.

photos: style.com

Vogue Paris, je t'aime

For the August issue of Vogue Paris, Mario Testino and Carine Roitfeld tell the story of a girl, a rich girl, who just wants to be fabulous and wear fur but is constantly haggled by PETAesque protestors. Poor thing.

Although putting animal skin on the already equine Raquel Zimmerman makes me just want to strap a bridle around her face and saddle up, I do enjoy seeing Carine do what she does best—whatever the fuck she wants.
I’m still on the fence about the real issue of fur, though. Like silk and lace, fur is not just a textile. Fur is a feeling, one of the oldest around, and it evokes timeless images of luxury, wealth and glamour that have transcended fad and foe alike. Killing for fashion is senseless, but the killing of fashion is, too. I think we should all come to a compromise and eliminate the faux pas of faux fur—if it looks real and feels real then why not?

Spotted...303 Gallery

I love it when parties are thrown for no real reason, like last Wednesday’s little relocation get-together at the new W 21st Street space for the 303 Gallery.

If you weren’t surveying the art or slamming down screwdrivers then you were probably looking at Stam, or should have been, because she looks great...always.

Anyway, a Doug Aitken exhibition is coming to the 303 this September, just in time for my birthday. For those unfamiliar, Aitken is a an American multimedia artist who first caught my attention last year with his MoMA exhibit, Sleepwalkers. Good stuff.

Fueling love affairs

Check out my coveted Coco Rocha being crazy for Visionaire.

Souvenirs

Mustering the courage to take a photograph of a terribly dressed, yet unexpecting Southerner is harder than I once believed.

Don't think we've come back completely empty handed, however.

1) We had a lovely time completing six or so U-turns around this dangerously chic boutique:


2) Beggars aren't supposed to be choosers, eh? NY fashion week takes what it can get:

We're sorry, but...

Just when your Paper Maché addiction begins spiraling out of control, we drop a (very) temporary hiatus on you. Looks like we're jumping onto the summer bandwagon and taking a roadtrip.

But you know the folks here at the Maché always take it one step further. So forget vacation photo faux pas (ie: deuces, wind-blown driving hair). We'll bring you the very best of the worst dressed Floridians in our next post, to be entitled:

Central Florida: An Expose on Anti-Satorialism


Cheerio, motherfuckers.

Genetically blessed

this child of Gabriel and Halle.

The first photos of four-month-old Nahla Ariela were captured recently, paparazzo style, of course.

Thankfully, mom and dad have had enough respect for their child to not sell her image to the highest bidder. So here’s to your dignity, proud parents, and to the privacy of your beautiful baby girl.

Bravo Brit

Here she is at Generation Rescue's celebrity fundraiser Saturday night in LA.

Generation what?

Whatever. Dismiss the randomness and focus on how put together she looks--the best in months, years even.

Good girl.

Movie preview: Brideshead Revisited

For those who are unfamiliar, Brideshead Revisited an English novel written by Evelyn Waugh in 1945. And for those who don’t want a tiring synopsis of its film adaptation, think no further than the archetypical story of a young, beautiful but poor person who is welcomed to the fabulously decadent and seductive world of other young, beautiful people (who just happen to be filthy-fucking rich.)

I want to see how much interest I can spark by being as esoteric as possible, so I’ll offer no more than this list:

--British accents
--love triangle
--homoerotic subtext
--Castle Howard
--1920s, 30s and 40s
--costumes from those decades

and a link to the rousing trailer.

Release date: July 25 (limited)

Feature: Louis Garrel

Most famous for his role in Bernardo Bertolucci’s The Dreamers, 25-year-old Louis Garrel is a living synonym for sex. In his brief but becoming career, the tall, pale, dark-eyed actor has played love interest to young girls, older women, teenage boys and even his onscreen mother and sister. And none of it has fazed him.

“I’m a sexual object,” the César-winning actor once told the International Herald Tribune. “It’s true, for me there’s something very sexual about the cinema. Not in the sense of the act, but of creating desire.”

Ah, oui Louis. Love me.

photo: Vman