
Pitti Uomo kicks off in Florence tomorrow, and the headliner is Raf Simons, who will unveil his Spring 2011 menswear collection for Jil Sander on Thursday night. Mr Simons is bringing Sander to Florence to mark his five years as the brand’s creative director; he says it's a fitting celebration of his work, "It’s a whole event. We’re bringing people to an estate in the hills, showing outside in a tremendous garden with a view of the city below. Afterwards, there will be a dinner. We are creating an atmosphere of celebration. Next season, back to Milan."
Goyard, in collaboration with Éditions d’Art Devambez, announces the launch of its first book. The legendary Parisian trunk maker is selling this limited edition publication to celebrate its heritage of luxury travel, from horse-drawn carriages to the great transatlantic ocean liners. The book is presented within a made to order trunk. Each client is invited to make a named copy of this highly collectible book into a unique piece. You are not only able to choose the colour of the case's canvas, but also to affix specific initials and stripes upon it.
A good synopsis as any of my least fave Jane Austen novel: "Catherine Morland, the heroine of Northanger Abbey, is the crude prototype of the Austen heroine, a teenage provincial whose worldview, such as it is, has been shaped by her extensive reading of gothic novels. Just 17 years old when she embarks on her first trip beyond the family manor to the great resort of Bath, Catherine is good-natured but gullible. She befriends the duplicitous and supercilious Isabella Thorpe and gradually falls for the wellborn, well-read cleric Henry Tilney. Though she is not always quick nor erudite enough to understand Tilney, her attraction to him suggests, despite much evidence to the contrary, that she is capable of good judgment. The narrator, who keeps popping up to wink at us, seems determined to exploit Catherine’s lack of experience and infatuation with Romantic fiction for comic effect. When she is invited to the Tilney family seat by Henry’s sister Eleanor, she insists on infusing the environs of Northanger Abbey with gothic menace, and while she seems to be cured of this tendency after a few weeks at the Abbey, the best we can say of young Catherine is that she may someday grow up to be the kind of heroine who populates the later novels." - Jay McInerney









I love this spread in June's Vogue Italia. It is classic Steven Meisel, and the styling is wicked and wild: poetic, romantic and yes, classic.
"Don't be trapped by dogma — which is living with the results of other people's thinking. Don't let the noise of others' opinions drown out your own inner voice. And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary." - Steve Jobs
This is too deliciously idiotic not to record. Steven Klein, director of the Lady Gaga video Alejandro has this to say (to MTV) about this particular piece of commercial pop :
I don't think I've ever written anything about the iconic illustrator Rene Gruau (1909 - 2004) in this blog and this weekend I'm looking through the gigantic book Gruau, so I might as well; He's a formative influence for me as far as style, elegance and drawing goes, and predates Antonio Lopez for me. I first became conscious of his work when I was very little. I remember spending most of my 13th year not studying hard in school (I was dreamy and still am in a way) but instead, copying Mr Gruau's Dior ads in my exercise books and the margins of my textbooks. If I dig deep enough, I can pull out from the dusty depths of drawers and cupboards my first childish attempts at Gruau's iconic sweeping fluidity, his pure economy of line, at once precise, yet sensual. And then came Erte (1892 – 1990). His works always make me think of Serge Lutens for some strange reason. A classmate in ACS showed me a book of Erte illustrations and I was hooked. Thirteen years old, can you imagine? Those ACS queens were a precocious and sophisticated bunch.




I don't have the energy to pick up a pencil this weekend, as it has been an exhausting week and all I want to do is retreat to the dark depths of my various pillows and read my Agatha Christie of the week: Murder Is Easy.
This is terrifically chilling, Ms Christie at her best, and a perfect anitidote to dashing about all week. It's like smelling salts for the soul, right up there with watching laundry spin in a bath of suds.


"I don’t want to open my mouth or speak anymore, because everything I say becomes scandalous. It wears you out. . . . So I’m a bit jaded. " —Megan Fox

Now who's the dummy here? The Craig Mcdean photos, which appear in June's Interview are in the well-trodden style of Helmut Newton and Guy Bourdin. I feel dumb typing that because it's such an obvious (and banal) thing, with so little re-invention or value add it makes me want to run back to bed and put on the eye shades and snooze till its 2020. Mr Mcdean has lost his way, slowly but surely and his work has, over the years, become as thin and bloodless as his visage. These photos are surely as unshocking, and unprovocative as the new Lady Gaga video Alejandro. In a sense they are the least new of all her videos, in the way it heavily, and humourlessly, trods the well trodden path that Madonna has made her own... 20 years ago? Where's the outrage? Even the Catholic iconography feels lazy and banal. It's just deja vu all the way, safely within the familiar territory of director Steven Klein's fashion work, it's merely a cheaply garbled remix of familiar Madonna videos like Express Yourself (1989, David Fincher), Vogue, Erotica etc. Even model Evandro Soldati's cameo is but a pale reflection of Cameron Alborzian's (British-Iranian) in Express Yourself.
Snooze... Wake me up when there's really something to see.