Articles by Adrien Field
With his signature bowties and fur coats, Adrien Field is as recognizable and eye-catching as a pair of Christian Louboutin heels. The young writer and stylish man about town has been on more red carpets than a Hoover vacuum and has covered fashion and society events since before the champagne he drank was consumed legally. Adrien has attended the past three seasons of New York Fashion Week, cumulatively writing over fifty runway reviews as well as interviewing designers such as Ralph Rucci, Erin Fetherston, Max Axria and celebrities including Heidi Klum, Diana Ross and Jane Kaczmarek. Adrien continues to be a staple on the New York City event and social circuit, appearing in online and print outlets including Blackbook Magazine, Interview Magazine, Paper Magazine and The Dallas Morning News. He has been quoted in the New York Observer and has provided fashion commentary for Bluefly.com and Mainstreet.com. Adrien currently works and resides in Manhattan where he has recently completed writing his debut novel about the New York social scene.
I must admit that before this weekend, the extent of my knowledge about the sport of polo revolved around what I’d discerned from the Ralph Lauren logo—I knew there were horses and mallets involved, but that was it. After venturing this weekend to Bridgehampton for the Opening Day of the
Some expeditions are so rare and fantastic that they merit a huge celebration forty years later—as was the case for last night’s Louis Vuitton party honoring Buzz Aldrin (above left) and the first successful voyage of man onto the moon. My own expedition—across the park to the Upper West Side
While we all know I am pretty Undercover-obsessed in general, there are 3 collections that sit high above the rest for me. One is the recent SS09, the other is the unforgettable FW06 and the other is this stunner here. “…but beautiful”, the second edition to be exact.
I collect pieces
I’m often fond of saying that after a certain while, living in New York becomes like living on a Monopoly board: same players, same places, same scene—the only thing missing is the free parking.
I found myself reminiscing about Fashion Week as I exited the cab on the south corner of
A friend of mine and I were having a conversation the other day about the economic situation (see, I’m not so vapid after all!). I was making a point that here in New York we’re largely sheltered from the issues affecting the rest of the world. “We don’t live in
In New York, as in The Beatles’ song, you get by with a little help from your friends. So, when you find yourself not invited to any fun events, you reach out to those around you and do everything short of begging to be their plus one.
When on Sunday at
Let me start out by stating that I am not normally a superstitious person: I don’t throw salt over my shoulder when I spill some, I don’t think twice about walking under ladders and my only chagrin about breaking a mirror is that I have one less surface in which
Sometimes seemingly small incidents occur that really rattle your foundations and make you reevaluate your beliefs. My week began with some drama as I was embroiled in a bit of an internet mini-scandal involving a “rival vapid fauxcialite.”
I attempted to put it behind me for Monday night’s Ballet Hispanico
Alexandra and I are fond of saying that New York events are always “hit or miss.” A hit usually comprises complimentary champagne, a few photographers and at least one or two B-list celebrities (though I’ll often settle for a Tinsley or Fabiola). A miss lacks one or more of these
We are so excited to introduce our newest columnist Adrien Field. A true New York social climber, Adrien gives us the dish and dirt on what’s hot on the New York Nightlife scene. From the best new DJ’s to the exclusive invite-only parties he loves to frequent, Adrien gives you
Spotted these shoes on the Costello Tagliapiertra runway. They remind me of something Pepper Potts (aka Iron Man’s chicklet) might wear. Love them.
LINKAGE: Would You Wear the Metal Heels at Costello Tagliapietra?
My assumption is that Tori Spelling was recently possessed by the spirit of her dead father and is currently injecting a cocktail of Holy Water and Botox into her face to excises him. That or she’s realizing that showing up to the prom (cause seriously, is there any other reason to that)
