Here’s what Dom Brown looks like all dressed up for the All-Star game media swarm. Sharp, like Travolta in Saturday Night Fever. Just behind him, dressed like a college dude catching up on SportsCenter the morning after a party at the baseball house, is the inimitable Bryce Harper.
Scott Schuman, better known as The Sartorialist for his very popular “street style” photography blog of that name, and his girlfriend, style blogger Garance Doré, came to Philly on Saturday for a meet-and-greet cocktail party with a few of Philly’s fashionistas at Cook on 20th Street. The event, hosted by Philly Mag’s lifestyle editor, Emily Goulet (left), included a delicious lunch with tea sandwiches. Schuman then participated in a Q&A with Ouigi Theodore, the founder of the Brooklyn Circus, who has been the subject of several of Schuman shoots.
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It’s fall, and with fall comes the September Issue of Vogue and all the other guides to autumn fashion from the big clothing bibles: Elle, Harper’s Bazaar, The Nation (the latter says hemp flares are in). Fashion Week spurred innumerable online slideshows of trends for fall—trends like burgundy; mixing black and blue; a deep side part; oversized totes; and high boots. Read more »
It’s nice to see women of all shapes and sizes looking feminine and put-together in summer dresses. Wasn’t it a glorious day when we ditched summer-weight suits, as if there really is such a thing, and decided that we could get pedicures and go pantyhose-free whenever we wanted? What’s easier than a great dress? Add your favorite sandals and some jewelry, and you’re good to go anywhere—work, happy hour, Target. Read more »
Tickets go on sale today for an August 5th concert at the Mann, with New Edition, Salt-N-Pepa and El Debarge. This is mind-blowing for a number of reasons, one of which is definitely not considering how long ago it was that a friend and I were known to give our very famous and spot-on performances of “Shoop.” It got us talking about ’80s fashion around here—I, for one, can attest to owning a thick stack of neon t-shirt clips (tying a knot is for amateurs) and sporting a pair of jellies with pretty much any and every ensemble. But perhaps nowhere are there better examples of stellar ’80s fashion than in music videos from that time, and here, we think, are some of the best. (Sorry for sticking some of these in your head.) Read more »
Shock me. Go ahead and try. I almost feel bad for young adults now: All your tattoos, piercings, and spiked and colored hair really only tells us how you want others to label you, how you categorize yourself, but otherwise makes us yawn. Remember when spiked hair was interesting? When candy-colored hair made you look twice? What would someone have to do now to really get your attention? Read more »
I recently watched the bizarre train wreck that is NBC’s Fashion Star. (Haven’t seen it? Consider yourself lucky.) I felt rather sorry for the contestants. They seemed so misguided. Sure, it seems important to get your designs into stores like Macy’s and Saks and H&M—especially when judges Jessica Simpson, Nicole Richie and John Varvatos keep telling you it is—but really, I think the contestants are thinking a bit too … big. Forget the masses! We don’t know what we want. The key to becoming a mind-blowing overnight planet-dominating success is relatively easy: Get your duds into Carole Middleton’s closet. Read more »
There were great things to come out of the fall 2012 collections at New York Fashion Week. There were the pieces like this, the ones that, when they came down the runway on the bodies of poker-faced models, seemed to almost glow in their otherworldly fabulousness.
And then there were sweaters with sewn-in nipples. (Go on, take a moment. Look at this as a palate cleanser. Oh, wait, sorry! We meant this. Pretty, right? Let’s move on.) Read more »
“What’s the deal with that ‘Pink’ stuff?” my perplexed husband asked the other night. He’s been seeing it around town with increasingly regularity, he explained, at the gym, at the grocery store, at the racquet clubs where he teaches tennis. And not just on sexed-up tweens or rumpled college girls, either. On women in their late thirties and forties, with glossy blowouts and equally glossy lips.
I’ve noticed it, too, this rash of grown women who insist on wearing Pink, the Victoria’s Secret sub-brand that is marketed to teens and college students. The line that is responsible for stuff like this, this and, oh God, this; the line that has swathed a million butts in “LOVE PINK” slogans. Read more »
Our bizarre fascination with bad holiday sweaters has had far-reaching, dangerous consequences. As we’ve focused our sartorial concentration on heinous knitwear, other holiday fashion offenders have quietly slipped past our radar. I’m talking about bad sequins, earrings that jingle, scarves that leave unsuspecting chins looking like they’ve been embroiled in a make-out session with a tree trunk. The following 12 blunders are where we need to be focusing our attention, because while bad holiday sweaters are good for a laugh, there’s nothing funny about crappy chandelier earrings.
1. Poorly made sparkly things, and the trail of rogue sequins and specks of glitter they leave behind. Commiserates one colleague: “I’m tired of finding random sparkles on my husband’s cheek.” Read more »