Inglourious Basterds Party

Monday night, the Cinema Society and Hugo Boss hosted a “don’t call it a New York premiere” screening in Chelsea, New York. After guests piled into the packed auditorium, Tarantino made his way to the front and began riling up the crowd. “Are you ready to see some bastards,” he boomed. Come on New York! I can’t hear you .” Those New Yorkers included Marc Jacobs, Lindsay Lohan, Catherine Keener, André Balazs, Gina Gershon, Chace Crawford, Zani Gugelmann, Georges Hamilton, Barbara Sturm, Byrdie Bell, Jackson Hurst, Ali Wise, Michelle Paige Paterson, Diane Kruger, Kelly Killoren Bensimon, Amy Sacco, Debbie Bancroft, Lawrence Bender, Nacy Jarecki, Heather Mararazzo, Eli Roth, Padma Lakshmi, Anne V, Cynthia Rowley, Corbin Bleu, Sebastian Stan, Jennifer Esposito, Christopher Meloni, Richard Belzer, Vanessa Ferlito, Johannes Huebl, Olivia Palermo, Helen Lee Schiffer, Nicole Miller, Melanie Laurent, Elettra Wiedemann, Sir Ben Kingsley, Michelle Monaghan, Terrebce Howard, Frederique Van Der Wal , Ivanka Trump, Tom Cavanagh, Fabiola Beracasa, Agyness Deyn, Rachel Roy, Kiera Chaplin, Rocco Dispirito, Emma Roberts, Zac Posen, Julia Stiles, Emmanuelle Chriqui, Gina Gershon, Alexa Chung, Linda Taylor, Lorenzo Martone, Melissa George, Eva Amurri, Chris Diamantopoulos, Olivia Chantecaille.who all made their way over to the Standard Hotel after for a glitzy post-screening party.

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Jesus Walks for Jeffrey

Wednesday, April 22nd, 2009 – Jeffrey Fashion Cares – Espace 635 W. 42nd Street

1st ZOMG moment when attendees heard that Jesus Luz was about hit the runway.

2nd ZOMG moment when attendees logically asked themself: “is her madgesty going to be there???”

3nd ZOMG moment once Jesus walked “he is so hot/beautiful/gracious… is that really him?” phrases were flying from the front row to the standing area.

The festivities benefited charities and non-profit organizations that improve the lives of people living with HIV/AIDS and members of the GLBT community in need.

Marc Jacob’s husband Lorenzo Martone was there too, super cozy and friendly with Jesus, must be a brazilian thing. Brad Koenig also walked for the charity.

More info here: JeffreyFashionCares.org

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Topshop Parties Never Stop

We thought the ultimate evening party was at the Balthazar restaurant followed by the Bungalow, well the hottest party happened yesterday night at The Box,

Topshop opened thursday morning. school girls and fashionistas have been waiting for the store opening since 8 am. Topshop treated their first client like vip’s giving away cheese and bottles of water

“This is it” said Topshop owner Sir Philip Green, upon which he and Kate Moss came out at the top of a box as a gift for photographers.

Were mostly here to see Kate and her new collection confessed a group of girls.

According to Kelly Klein. “These are the clothes we all want to buy right now. It’s cool and young, and cheap.”

“Cheap” for Miss Klein but the school girl’s faces became less joyful as soon as they discovered the price tags.

“is there any special for the opening, discounts?” asked a girl o a sale assistant, the sales person said “no and we won’t be doing the every 3 weeks price reductions that you see often in other similar retail stores“. Ouch!

The store hosted a succession of celebs one after another: Jennifer Lopez, Steve Wynn, Rosario Dawson, Ron Perelman, Poppy Delevigne, Julia Restoin Roitfeld, Olivia Palermo, Lily Donaldson, June Sarpong, Jason Wu, Jane Wogan, Genevieve Garner, Chloe Green, Debbie Harry carrying a Stephen Sprouse Roses Monogram Louis Vuitton Clutch, Daria Werbowy, Daria, Daphne Guiness, Beth Ostrosky, Bee Shaffer, Alexander Wang, Zoe Kravitz, Veronica Webb, Lorenzo Martone with Marc Jacobs freshly back from their brazilian honeymoon, Marc Anthony, Jennifer Hudson, James Blunt. They were all AMAZED by the store…

After the dinner Jennifer Hudson took the mic for her paid appearance (a rumored $130,000), at the end of the performance she said: “I wish they made bigger shopping bags at Topshop because I want everything!”

See the Store & Dinner Pictures below:

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Marc Jacobs May Adopt a Baby Girl

Marc Jacobs is in Brazil top promote the opening of the first Marc Jacobs Multibrand store in São Paulo. The flagship will feature Marc Jacobs Collection, Marc By Marc Jacobs, and soon Little Marc.

Marc Jacobs’ newly opened São Paulo store is the first of its kind in Latin America. Developed in collaboration with NK Store’s Nathalie Klein, who has sold the line at her luxurious multi-brand outlet for eight years, this brick-and-mortar outpost brings a sought-after brand to Brazil’s fashion-conscious trendsetters.

In the same time he officially annouced that he is engaged with long time partner Lorenzo Martone.

One day after their arrival a party was thrown for the designer new store opening at nightclub Cantho. Marc declared “it’s the first time I get to relax for the last two months, I’m so glad to be here”. Everything was branded “Marc Jacobs” even the bottle of water.

According to gossip site Glamurama, Marc and Lorenzo plan on adopting a baby girl. They plan to stay a couple of days reaxing in Itacaré a small fisherman village located at the south of Bahia.

Marc Jacobs Engaged

Wednesday March 18, 2009

Marc Jacobs and Lorenzo Martone are engaged. Marc Jacobs is happy that his fashion marathon is over. After the success of his Louis Vuitton Fall Winter 2009 Show the designer and his boyfriend will announce the news by Thursday.  The couple is headed to Martone’s native Sao Paolo for a party celebrating the Marc Jacobs multi-line store there, which opened in January. Marc Jacobs will meet Lorenzo’s mother for the first time.

Marc Jacobs and Lorenzo Martone met about a year ago and made their first appearance together at the Murakami Brooklyn Museum Gala in April 2008.

Louis Vuitton Stephen Sprouse Graffiti Launch Party

Louis Vuitton’s Stephen Sprouse Graffiti Launch Party was the place to be on January 9th. Fashionistas from all over descended on the SoHo boutique, from the upper echelons of the Upper East Side to the gritty streets frequented be many a fedora-wearing LES hipster. The Sprouse Party was divided into two parties: The über-exclusive SoHo Boutique fête and the more casual relaxed Dietch Museum gala. If you received the “Rose” coloured invitation, you were welcome to rub elbows with celebs like as Molly Sims and Brooke Shields at the SoHo boutique. If you were like us, you received the “Neon Green” invitation that got you access to the Deitch Museum party.

Once we arrived there was drama at the door. Turns out one of our entourage members forgot to RSVP to Louis Vuitton. Rather than go Donatella Versace crazy with fear that we were not all going to get in, one of us was able to talk to one the sweet PR girls at the entrance and resolve any discrepancies.  The $20 helped too (just kidding!).

Off through the doors we all went, trotting in our casual chic wear (as was required per the invitation) : a little H&M top here, a little LV handbag there, some Louboutins shoes down below, all topped off with a vintage McQueen peacoat I snagged from  a past sample sale find. My look was as street as could be but alas, not chic enough to make it to Page 6 (cue the teardrops).

Inside, it was a cornucopia of a Who’s Who in Fashion: Linda Fargo (Bergdorf and Goodman), Arlenis Sosa (Model), Agnyess Deyn (Model), Marc Jacobs and hubby Lorenzo Martone (if you have to ask, you’re on the wrong site), Pietro Beccari and Wife (CFO, LVMH), Yves Carcelle (CEO, LVMH), Patrick McDonald (Lifestyle Editor), Leigh Lezark (Socialite, Fashionista), Debbie Harry (Blondie), and many many more. In fact, there were more fashionistas, stylistas, celebistas (?) than one could count. Oh, and there was lovely artwork too! Who am I kidding: just like for fashion week, we attend less and less for the shows and more and more to be in the presence of celebs in the frontrow.

After taking a tour of the museum and 10+ glasses of champagne later, we knew it was time the StyleRumor entourage get on to the best part of the evening: the concert at the Bowery Ballroom. A mad dash to the coat check at the entrance and quick smoke outside, and we were on our way to seeing Debbie Harry belt out a couple songs in her full 50-60 year old glory. Whilst taking a quick drag outside, we noticed Phillip Blond behind the velvet ropes having a hard time getting into the Deitch. Turns out s/he’s (it?) has had enough plastic surgery done to actually make that him into a really fine she. The PR girls finally figured out the snafu and let him and his boyfriend in but by then everyone was leaving.

We jetted to find a free special Sprouse cab, hired to shuttle guests to the Bowery Ballroom. You could spot one a mile away just by looking for the Sprouse flower advertisement on the roof of the cab. With each cab filled, we spotted a semi free one down the block, waiting in front of a red light by Canal Street. We raced to the car, yanked open the doors and jumped right in all before one could say Balenciaga. As I sat in the front, I turned my head to see who the other two passengers in the car were and also to apologize to them for high jacking the extra free space.

Lo and behold, and to my amazement, I saw a familiar face in the eyes of one of the passengers sitting behind me. I queried him:

Myself: “Sorry about stealing your cab. That said, I know you from someplace, but I don’t know where.”

Mr. X: “Nope you probably don’t know me. I’m almost certain of it.”

Myself: “Nope, I do, I just can’t put my finger on it.”

Mr. X: ” Well, maybe you might see some family semblance between myself and Sprouse. You see, I’m James Sprouse, Stephen Sprouse’s cousin.”

Myself: Jaw drops. Eyes bug out. Q&A begins.

And let me add, that James Sprouse is one fine individual. Both he and his colleague hail from Wisconsin and Maine. Their demeanors were laid back, relaxed and overall extremely friendly, In fact, his kindness and eloquence was humbling whilst I asked my many pointed questions about Stephen Sprouse and how he grew to know him.

James painted a symphonic image of Sprouse’s many artistic influences whilst growing up. A key story he mentioned, which he wasn’t certain if Padilha’s book picked up, was Sprouse being influenced by James’ father, Stephen’s uncle. James’ father used to host the Sprouse cousins at their family home in Maine during the summer. It was at the time, while Stephen was still becoming the man we all grew to love and know, that James’ father used to draw pictures on the kids’ arms. Stephen readily enjoyed it, graffiting his arms with artwork, his name and anything that came to mind. It may be that that single family memory spurred the exuberant artistic creations that the art and fashion world have come to love today.

Our time conversing  flowed like a smooth river on a hazy summer, despite the nasty cold weather outside the cab. When we arrived to the Bowery Ballroom, we stretched out legs and headed to the door as an ensemble. Whilst at the door, we noticed that they had already closed the entrance because too many folks were already inside. A LV PR girl came to us and directed our group to form a line behind the other revelers.

I shook my head in dismay, thinking “Geez, do you know who we’re with?”

I went back to the PR rep, poked her and said “Hi! I’m with James Sprouse, Stephen Sprouse’s cousin. Can we just go in?”

And instantaneously, like a deer staring into a pair of Mercedes Benz highbeamers, she excused herself, told us to wait and came shortly back to scoot us past the guard. As we coat checked our gear and headed into the Ballroom, we were dazzled by the amazing array of Louis Vuitton graffiti lining the entrance. After chatting up some more with Sprouse, we began to mingle with the guests on the dancefloor. Shortly after our arrival, we spotted Erin Wasson walking into the dance area, equally mesmerized by the glowing backdrop screen overlooking the stage area.

After sipping a quick Champagne + Chambord (you know how Mama likes it) we were immediately overwhelmed by the fanfare over Debbie Harry’s arrival on stage. In classic 90′s kitsch leotard & spandex gear with a Louis Vuitton Graffiti Bracelet ($1250+ USD, so save your pennies) Debbie began churning through Blondie classics such as “Call Me”, “Heart of Glass”, “One Way or Another” and more. Cute that at one point she said she could “Do this all night”. That was was said at song 4 of 5. Off-stage shortly thereafter she went and the crowd went back to its raucous self.

We cruised the upstairs and downstairs levels, dancing with other models and spotting the cute Louis Vuitton Graffiti T-shirt guys taking pics of the crowd (see below). Using a Polaroid insta-printer, folks could have their party pics digitally printed on the back of a Sprouse card. Cute!

We greeted Donna Karen, who came and left pretty late in the evening. In fact, I think Mama Karen was just there to pick up her daughter Gabrielle. She looked ravishing in her winter frock with a lovely lapis coloured scarf-throw. Towards the late evening we needed a drag but noticed that Erin Watson inaugurated the stage the new designated smoking area. We caught an awesome photo of her right before we lit up our old friend, Marlboro.

The night was getting old, and after seeing Niarchos Stavros do his Greek rendition of dirty dancing, we decided it was time to hit the hay. Unlike most of the other folks at the party, we actually have to get up at 9am to go to work. Alas, if only we had “I-go-to-work-at-5pm-because-I’m-Whitney-Port-and-I’m-in-The-City” lifestyle.

Party pics and more below. Enjoy !

Louis Vuitton RTW Spring Summer 2009

October 5th 2008 – Cour Carree du Louvre

For its show, Louis Vuitton transforms the tranquil open court space into a two-three floor paneled structure stretching out nearly 400 yards in every direction. Rushing through cobblestone steps filled with photogs and onlookers, we quickly flashed our invitations to the PR folks at the door. Up through the dark steps and around the bleechers we went, looking for our row seating.

As opposed to the year before’s show, there were fewer celebs sitting front row. Aside from a the famous series of journalists magazine editors, we could neigh find a Lenny Kravitz or a Dita Von Teese sitting adjacent to Julia Restoin Roitfeld. Alas, we tucked our invite away and chatted up with the ladies from Vogue everywhere – Brazil, Portugal, Spain, Italy, Latin America, etc. It was like a U.N. Council meeting except with a lot more sass.

The décor was strewn with bamboo and grain, the runway being lifted to shoulder level for the front-rowers (a classic Parisian setup as opposed to the on-the-floor American runway). Overhead, we could hear Edith Piaf‘s classic melodies sweetening the air, bringing a smile to everyone’s faces. This was going to be about Paris, but the African backdrop clued us that this would not be any standard fare.

The lights dimmed and in flash the girls came out, in gorgeous silhouettes that looked as if Marc had taken every spice of texture and fabric and married it to couture for the street. Paris meets Africa meets Street Chic meets Marc Jacobs’s personal S/S ’09 collection. And while we could see pieces of MJ’s NY showing, the harmonizing of big hair, leopard print bags, tassled hobos, jungle-inspired pumps with brilliant short skirts caught the audience off guard – but in a good way.

No sooner had the show started than we started to get up to head backstage. Many folks forked either into the backstage area or ran to Lanvin’s showing. We had had enough for this Paris Fashion Week and trotted past the well-placed bamboo sticks to follow Marc into the Q&A photogs area. With a glass of champagne in one hand and a truffle-paté bouché in another, we listened carefully as a cool, collected, slick back hair-in-suit MJ describe in a clear, but detracted manner the inspiration for this collection, à la Yves St. Laurent’s Opium pieces. With interviewers declaring that this was his best collection ever, all you could see is MJ’s adorable grin, as if he heard a joke that only he knew. Every collection is the “best” he must think. But you could see that it’s not being the best that interests him – it’s the challenge of the “next” that gets him up in the morning.

See our pictures below: