All Entries in the "Sinners & Saynt" Category
Fashion Myths : Every Guy Wants a Model.
Todays Fashion Myth is centered around models.
These young, waif like creatures that grace the runways of Milan, New York, and Paris and the covers of every magazine, these little gems are often seen as the ultimate prize, a trophy to hold for the rich and beautiful. These pretty tiny things with their size 0 waists. These recessed faced, no assed, pale beings. These thin, vapid, uninteresting, can’t hold a conversation beauties. These tall, shapeless wasps. These disassociated clothes hangers. These models. Yeah, they aren’t that special.
No dude (unless he’s completely insecure) wants to end up with a professional runway model. Yeah, the Victoria Secret girls are a major exceptions, but when it comes to the Gemma’s, the Cole’s, and the Moss’s of the world, the “runway girls” and “supermodels”, there is not enough substance or beauty to support the normal mans interest level. Give me some meat on them bones. Give me a booty and a side of breasts. Flat-chested, pancake bottomed skeleton bags need not apply. Personally, I need some insecurity, some body issues, some real people problems in my girls. Insecurities aren’t sexy, but they are very refreshing when compared to the attitudes of todays “I’m better than thou” catwalkers. Their image of beauty of unattainable, their devotion to their addiction of thinness or proposed “beauty” is unrealistic. And don’t get me started on their downwardly spiraling age. A 16 year old should not be on the runway. Give me real women, don’t sell me the image of a child.
Men don’t want models or at least this one doesn’t. Disagree or agree, I want to hear what you all think?
How Do You Say “Indie” in Italian? Fashion Indie and Gucci Party
Words cannot describe last nights Gucci Bash so here are some pictures to help piece the night together. Thanks so much Gucci, you guys rock. Alex your the best PR agent in the universe and desperately need a raise. Anyways away we go…
What I Wore. Club Monaco black suit, Reiss dress shirt, Hermes arm band, H&M Scarf. (I realize that the combination is a little bit dressy, a little bit cheap.)
Wholey Moses. I’m with Gucci!!!
Strike a pose. No smiles for the cameras cause my teeth aren’t Brite Smile ready.
Fashion is Spinach girlie. Must read blog.
La Coquette. Another must read blog.
The incredibly colorful Susie Bubble.
Devon and Steve Aoki mix the tracks. We all dance. Of course no one but me seems to know who Steve Aoki is. I explain to some photographers and guest and suddenly the pictures start flashing. I’m so going into fashion PR.
Drinky, drinky. Nothing says class like taking a bottle of $1000 champaign to the face.
Bloggers know how to party.
The main chica at Gucci, Frida Giannini and Daniel Saynt
Rihanna hearts Daniel Saynt
Dita Von Teese is the hotness
Yes I will take a picture with you sweaty boy who hasn’t had sleep all of fashion week.
Madonna evokes Evita.
Sinners & Saynt : Fashion Week Day 5 & 6
We are heading to the home stretch with three more days of fashion and a trunk load of goodies from brands like KY, Bali Bras, Boots Cosmetics, and MAC (will we ever use all of this?). Yesterday, I hit The Daily Suite for a massage from the Oasis Day Spa girls. The KY jelly girl seemed to blush a bit when she was mentioning the “benefits” of the lube. It’s okay lovely, I know what KY does, no need to go into details and tell me about it’s use as a lubricant.
The Two Nicks : Rockstar Intern Nichole with Nicky Taylor
Later it was off to the tents for Diesel. The show was spectacular (expect a full review soon). Our rockstar intern Nichole Werhner sat in front of the man “who is IMG” and discussed the lack of color on the runways. Nichole will have to share all her juicy bits including her chat with Miss Wintour, hanging with Agnes Deyn and her hustle to get into every show and every party (she’s my hero right now).
After Diesel I met with Tito from Portland Fashion Week about the prospect of creating a New York preview show to fall inline with Fashion Indie Week: Brooklyn. The deal seems like ago, so now we will be able to present more sustainable fashions this year from a bevy of designers from across the nation. Expect Fashion Indie Week : Brooklyn and Portland Fashion Week to be our big pushes over the next few months.
Later, we walked through the runway show for New York Couture. MTV was there, following our every step as we prepped for this massive event. I finally got to meet Audrey Kitching (total sweetheart), taught the models a walk or two, and then put out fires left and right. The event will be “bananas” as Cassie K would say. And to be honest she’s right!!! Rye Rye (the Shake Your Body to the Ground” girl) will perform as well as a who’s who of indie music. These are the bands you need to discover!!! Hell, we’re no GEN ART, but we know how to throw a f*ckin party.
Today, I was off to the tents. Hit Malan Breton in the morning with Diana Eng. Met with Cassie and MTV at 10 for Nanette Lepore. Chloe (our favorite little writer) stopped by and hit Milly. Nichole hit Carlos Miele. I discovered how amazingly easy it is to get into things when a camera crew is following you around.
If only she’d look at me with those longing eyes. - sigh -
Introduced Cassie to Fern Mallis, who made it very clear that she was not interested in attending Cassie’s event cause Zac Posen was “better”. Good job routing for the home team Ferny. Guess that’s fair. P.S. I might secretly be in love with Fern, I can’t help staring at her as she sits front row of every show. She’s this fashionable power trip who reminds me of the sorority party girl who used to do beer bongs in my dorms. I can’t help it, I easily fall for beer drinkers and women in power.
Met some dudes from Bravo, who were finishing up the filming of Malan’s web show (Great stuff, if you haven’t seen it do). Will be pitching to them a Fashion Indie show this week (seriously Watch What Happens when Daniel Saynt doesn’t get his way). After a while was tired of it all so I headed out and started writing you.
See ya Som, we hardly knew ye.
Oh, yeah - Peter Som’s PR person invited us to his show last night, we RSVP’d and just got a call that we are uninvited. WE WILL NEVER WRITE ABOUT PETER SOM AGAIN!!! Don’t invite us and then un-invite us crazy PR girl for American Express, that is so not cool. For once we we’re actually excited about Peter Som, a designer that hasn’t impressed us in some time. Guess Peter’s out.
Tonight I’m off to GUCCI and the uberly fun celebrity filled gala event at the UN. I don’t own a black suit for this black tie event and I’m hoping I can find one in the next two hours. If not I’m rocking sneakers, jeans and an “Ask Me About Fashion Indie” t-shirt. Looking forward to Madonna, but I’m more impressed that FASHION INDIE IS THE ONLY NEW YORK BLOG INVITED!!! Love you, love you, love you GUCCI!!!
That’s all for now, gotta meet Rebecca Alexander at Maria Cornejo.
Sex & the City Spoiler Alert!!!
Carrie discovers that none of her outfits work in the real world, so she becomes a Scientologist and wants for her transport to Xanadu.
Coming to the sad realization that they are no longer “hot, young things” the girls actually wait in line to go to a club. Samantha’s attempt to “blow” the door man fails when her dentures fall out.
Carrie goes brown, then red, then blonde all in an attempt to steal her girlfriends men, by stealing their hair color! Miranda realizes what’s going on a dyes her hair neon green before she tries stealing her stud muffin Steve.
In an desperate attempt to be married before 50, Carrie buys a wedding dress and tells Big, Adian, Burger, and the Russian to all come and meet her at the roof of her home. She stands on the ledge of her building and threatens to jump unless someone proposes. Miranda steps in and claims her love for her pint sized friend. They live happily ever after, except Samantha is no longer their friend cause she went “dyke” years ago, and felt these two we’re stealing her thunder.
With Samantha gone the girls quickly realize how tame their lives seem with out a hot older woman to guide them on their sexual adventures. No ones having sex, everyone’s married, and it’s all a happy ending, until [insert dramatic music here] Big decides he actually loves Carrie’s … long lost daughter. In a scene out of the final season of Ally McBeal, Carrie discovers one of the eggs she froze when she was 20 is now a full grown woman with a thing for older men. Big and Carrie 2.0 marry. Carrie 1.0 buys her first cat. Can’t wait for the sequal “Menopause in the City”.
P.S. Thank the lord for Gossip Girls!!! If we had to keep taking fashion cues from the over 30 set I might have to die.
(All Photos: People.com)
Sinners & Saynt : Photos Tell a Better Tale Day 3 of New York Fashion Week
Fashion week has been a bit of a blur Indies. Yesterday, I spent most of the day blogging away and having a mighty fine time doing it. I’m not a writer by nature, I mean I’ve been known to jot a poem or two in my notebook and the occasion haiku might get spit out (Sayntly boys knows this, if Devils wear Prada then, God is with Jacobs), but at the end of the day I’m a business man who loves two things; parties and money. So to keep you abreast of what’s been going on and give me the opportunity to work on making sure everything is set for our big Thursday night party, I’ll just give you the photos with a couple bits of wit.
The band. Mostly spoken word and lipsyncing plus some fun dance routine featuring “Russian.Fire.Bird” which was a little like the YMCA.
I’ll never get modern British music.
Totally in hearts with Cory Kennedy. Something about chicks with income that always gets me going. She’s a real sweetheart, but you can tell that she’s on the cusp of real celebrity status away from her indie following. Give it a year and a show on MTV and she’ll be more followed than Paris Hilton. Hope your up for the challenge, Cory. Oh yeah, and your officially off my BASH list. (yes, I know I’m a wimp.)
Cory Solo.
Our favorite UK blogger Susie Bubble from Style Bubble makes her New York Debut. The girl will be rocking with Madonna at the upcoming Gucci party in Central Park. Two thoughts that I was wrong about - 1. She is so not short. 2. She has a British accent. Super cute, uber stylish.
Me with Ms.Bubble
JoMarie, our stylish fashion week friendly, got up close and personal with Kyle XY (Matt Dallas). This dude is so not gay. He hit on anything and everything with boobs. After asking him to show us his belly button, we discussed whether pretty boys are considered cute or hot. Conversation ended when Beckham trumped all.
After all the excitement of meeting a real “celebrity” I headed to VIP to party with Iqons magazines and Shaded View of Fashion star, Diane Pernet. Through her raspy voice she gave me some insight on making a blog spectacular. She smelled like the incents from a Catholic church. It was Commes de Garcons perfume, of course.
After THE BOX and the Iqons Magazine party we headed to Terexov after party. Vodka and Caviar and models, oh my.
Later is was over to La Esquina (yes, Serge Becker owns my ass). Mexican luchadores and more models abounded. Checked the watch, 3AM. Better head home and get some sleep, day four is tomorrow and it’s the busiest yet. See ya tomorrow indies.
