Filed under: Musings
Kitsune’s music and clothing labels go hand in hand in this cool little video with extraordinarily good looking people in it.
Filed under: Hospitality
Well sorry, Professor Holier-Than-Thou!
We’re going over how to market and position restaurants, particularly Asian restaurants, particularly Japanese restaurants in class right now (posting illegally right now – are you thrilled by this?) My thesis is to create an advertising campaign for Sapporo Beer. Whatever. You don’t care.
But it did remind me that we haven’t done a hospitality post in a while, so I am going to talk about high end Asian restaurants that I have experienced in my short and sweet life thus far. Each place gets a one sentence review and a star ranking 1 through 5, 1 being just awful, 5 being just wonderful. Ready steady go:
Nobu 57 (New York City): Too big, too dark, too power-suit, big let down. 1.5 stars.
Nobu Shore Club (Miami Beach): The best Nobu out there – it’s got a kind of raw sex appeal, cool wooden design elements, and fantastically prepared Spicy Rock Shrimp. 4.5 stars.
Nobu Berkeley Street (London): Sophisticated and cosmo-chic, but food in London is never good, no matter what your moniker is. 2 stars.
Koi (Los Angeles): Hottest waiters ever. 5 stars. Lame food. 2 stars.
Koi (New York): Where you go for a martini at age 16 – very prep school, but it was so fun and loud in those days. 3.5 stars.
Mr. Chow (Miami): Decent, sparkly, Russian prostitutes slurping down colorful vodka at the narrow bar. 3.5 stars.
Mr. Chow (57th and 1st, New York City): Classic, classic, classic, good memorable times. 4 stars.
Philippe (Miami): They play Bob Marley, then they play Lady Gaga, then they play 80s – whoever makes the playlists here is schizo/phenomenal. 3.5 stars.
Philippe (New York): So cozy, better chicken satay than Miami property, reminds me of Christmas. 4 stars.
Morimoto (New York): Stephen Starr mega-restaurant, with sharp angles and a water-bottle wall, and really delicious food, not sure if it is still open. 5 stars.
Looks like on average NYC beats everywhere else. But you know this already as well.
Filed under: Musings
Filed under: Musings
Meet Sibling. Sibling is a London (where else?) based label conceived in 2008 with a life’s purpose of bringing a serious kick-in-the-ass to men’s knitwear. It’s very graphic, in the way the 2k10 kids are uber-familiar – flat, pixelated, hip, and bold. They mix it up between printing, intarsia details and sequins. I think it’s cool – definitely something you can’t wear all that much without being a tool – but cool for the brave. Also they’re a little Marc by Marc Jacobs but we like Sibling a whole lot more.
Filed under: Musings
In my head I’ve just been asked to style a swimsuit shoot (probably because I deal with editors all day who are indeed shooting their own swim stories especially for Summer 2010 issues) for Vogue Nippon – which Anna DR will either kill or green light. Obviously I am incredibly nervous. I don’t want the shoot to be stereotypical – no pretty beaches, no fancy pool decks. I want visceral but also kitsch – like a hydrotherapy retreat in the Brazilian countryside – went here years ago, it was interesting.
Or, better yet, bear with me on this, imagine a warehouse spa in Shoreditch or DUMBO…is there such a thing already? If not, dibs.
OK – conjure up in your head a giant, industrial room (white-washed cement floors, wedges of light from high-up windows) with a bathtub in the middle. A colonial bathtub with gold eagle heads at its legs and cracked white porcelain. Now imagine that surrounded by a huge open space with a lot of lit-up concrete dust and a meat-hook. One sole remnant meat-hook. Okay, now picture Daul Kim (rest her soul…she’d be perfect for this…) wearing these (in order from head to toe):
House of Holland x Linda Farrow Lucite All-in-One Sunglasses
Isn’t that a nice/cool image? Kitschy edgy? I don’t know maybe it sucks! Maybe one day E and I will feature self-generated editorials. Until then, imagination is kind of more fun.
I awoke post Winter Music Conference weekend yesterday morning and had an imprint on my face from a neon yellow “I’m a Degenerate” wristband. Today, sometime after coffee #2, I formulated my first clear thought in three days, so I apologize for being tres tres lazy, but stay tuned for a spring cleaning and some seriously interesting commentary you couldn’t possibly come up with on your own.
The photographs above are supposed to EVOKE one or two emotions and illustrate some obvious W.M.C goings on. Just as I found, posted, bullsh*tted a description of that photo from Art Basel I posted after Basel week ended, I scoured the internet for photographs I thought properly depicted last week (’twas more than a weekend my friends), but I couldn’t. So I just found this picture of Seth Troxler cause he had the coolest hairdo of the weekend and then this other picture from Soul Clap’s blog that accurately describes the attendees of certain past events.
But why is it still so cold? Since Elliot and I spent the latter half of February tirelessly covering Fall/Winter 2010 shows across the globe, we kind of never mentioned anything about any Spring/Summer 2010 fashion, which is something I’d been waiting to do once I felt like wearing summer clothes, but that doesn’t seem to be happening anytime soon, so I’m just going to go crazy and do it. Here are my favorites things to wear this Spring.
1. I know, it’s not this season. But I really can’t stop going back to this collection (Balmain Spring RTW 2008). Some of it actually quite hideous (always turned off by Native American-inspired, sorry), but there are pretty, sparkly things here I’d love to put on after getting out of the ocean.
2. Alberta Feretti does Belle Époque little frocks so well it’s as if she’s got an archive of actual clothes from that time and just copies them into things that every woman with a party to go to wants to wear.
3. Rag & Bone. Just cool.
5. Fun times in the sun with insects and such at Giles.
Play this song before you look at this post and remember how much fun your youth was because it isn’t going anywhere but away…
Sorry for being emo but this song is pretty amazing and reminds me of a time long lost. O Pioneers! I’m clearly in need of ZZZ’s…how amazing are these Ryan McGinley’s?
Filed under: Dries Van Noten
My ideal wardrobe is one hundred percent Van Noten. Look at this Dries boy. Look at the sunglasses. Be envious of his pale, flawless skin and really cool hair. I want to look as minimally maximalist as this kid does.
And look at how awesome this is! A tapered, cuffed, midnight colored pant and black polka-dotted/perforated wingtips. I want to wear this to interviews.