Archive for January 2011
Happy birthday, Justin Timberlake. I suppose it’s time to settle down now that you’re in your thirties. Maybe you want to let yourself go, too, like Chris Kirkpatrick . . .
Happy birthday, Vanessa Redgrave. To paraphrase Paddy Chayefsky, “a simple ‘thank you’ will suffice.”
Happy birthday, Oprah. By the way, I’m also your sister . . .
Happy birthday, Carlos Slim Helú. You know, if I had 53.5 pies, I’d give you a piece. I’m just saying . . .
Oh my god! Oh my god! Oh my god!
The first sneak peek at Cycle 16 of “America’s Next Top Model” has just been released. The show doesn’t premiere for another four weeks, but I’m already beside myself with excitement. I don’t know what I’m going to do with myself until then!
I just read that Jean Paul Gaultier is getting his first museum retrospective right here in Canada. According to Fashionista “‘The Fashion World of Jean Paul Gaultier: From the Sidewalk to the Catwalk‘ will launch at the Montreal Museum of Fine Arts (MMFA) on June 17 and will live there through October 2. The retrospective marks the 35th anniversary of Gaultier’s label — he showed his first ready to wear collection in 1976 and founded his own couture house in 1997. The exhibition will feature around 120 looks, drawn, for the most part, from Gaultier’s couture collections though there will also be ensembles from ready to wear. Sketches, photographs, stage costumes, film excerpts from runway shows, concerts and dance performances, will all be included.”
I’m certainly eager to plan a trip to see the retrospective, but it would be even better if someone would invite me to the opening of the exhibition. To all my fashionable friends out there, you owe this to me. I haven’t slaved away in this business for decades so that I can be ignored now. I’m a legend in this business! A legend!
Maybe I should just write Jean Paul himself. Since I started this blog, I don’t believe I’ve said a bad thing about him. In fact, I just reviewed his couture show in the same manner in which I’ve reviewed every show he’s put on in the last three years: Glowingly. And the most-interesting thing is that I wasn’t even trying to suck up to anyone. Go figure!
I’d like to like everything about Chanel, but lately Karl Lagerfeld has been bugging me. I can barely go a day without reading a quote from the Kaiser that makes me want to scream “Shut up, already!” I sort of feel the same way about Tom Ford, too — another designer I adore. In fact, these guys that I normally worship have been getting on my nerves lately. They are both Virgos, so perhaps this is a conversation I need to have with my astrologer . . .
Anyway, I suppose my annoyance with Karl Lagerfeld makes me a poor judge of this latest couture collection from Chanel. It didn’t seem terrific to me, but then again I really can’t see what makes it special — literally. The praise it seems to be getting has to do with the details that are impossible to appreciate from halfway across the world.
I’ll defer to my idol, Sarah Mower, whose review on vogue.com assures me that this is indeed a special collection. The women who can afford it won’t be ordering these clothes online, anyway.