Archive for January 2014
Happy birthday, John Lydon aka Johnny Rotten aka Johnny Nipples . . .
Happy birthday Dorothy Malone. I’ve never seen your Oscar-Winning performance in “Written on the Wind,” but the IMDB mentions that you won for your portrayal of a boozed-up, Southern tramp, highlighted by a writhing mambo dance. Oh, that reminds me — it’s my friend Jim’s birthday, too . . .
Happy birthday, Justin Hartley. “And this is what I look like without the towel . . .”.
Happy birthday, Camila Alves. Who’s your friend? He looks nice . . .
As someone who recognized Pharrell Williams‘ nod to Malcolm McLaren on last night’s Grammy Awards red carpet, I have to say that I wish that he would gone one step further by having an army of wet models in nude swimsuits following him around. Oh well — maybe next year. Or perhaps someone could invite me just so I can make it happen . . .
A friend just asked me if it was common to see only the largest sizes left over at the end of a long sale. I asked why, and he pointed out that almost everything left over at the Mr. Porter 80% clearance sale was in XL sizes or larger. So I went to the site and clicked on this swimsuit randomly, and there was just one left. Not only was it large; it was XXXL. A little more snooping around the site confirmed his observations. There were a lot of big deals on big sizes.
The reason I find this so interesting is because I normally hear about how difficult it is for large people to find designer clothing. It’s funny to me that all the best deals in menswear seem to be in the larger sizes. I don’t know if this is typical of other retailers, but maybe it is. It’s something I’m going to pay attention to in the future, just so I can tell big people to shut up when they say they can’t find anything to wear. The only people who have that problem are the people who haven’t bothered to explore their options.
Does anyone else find it weird that style.com skipped the Jean Paul Gaultier couture show last week after including the presentation in their reviews twice a year since 2001?
I don’t believe it’s a coincidence. Last season I was struck by a particularly venomous review of the 2013 Fall couture show by Tim Blanks. Usually Blanks is pretty good at delivering a backhanded slap, but this review was just brutal and mean-spirited — the kind of thing that gets one uninvited. He opened the piece with the line “Jean Paul Gaultier works a theme like a last nerve,” and then closed it with an even bitchier assessment of what he just seen, writing “Gaultier was once considered the one true heir to the throne of French fashion. But that was once upon a time, and that time has, sad to say, well and truly passed.”
Now I adore Gaultier and I would defend almost anything he does. To me he’s Savile Row in a world of Bedazzlers. Still, I don’t believe that’s he’s infallible and I also don’t believe that he’s incapable of putting on a mediocre fashion show. But maybe Blanks crossed a line with his last few appraisals of Gaultier’s work. It happens — just ask Cathy Horyn.
Anyway, I’d really like to know. If style.com can show up at a Ulyana Sergeenko show, then they certainly can send someone out to review the Gaultier catwalk. It seems so strange to me that they would skip it intentionally.