Photo: DatPiff

Since being released Friday, over 14,000  people have downloaded the mixtape while it’s been streamed over 47,000 times. People love them some free shit, I guess.

Featuring tracks such as “Fire Blunts,” “Came With That Choppa” and “20Min Freeestyle” — which is exactly what it sounds like —  it’s doubtful that Arnault himself would give his stamp of approval…especially since Soulja Boy refers to him as “Robert Arnault” at least twice over the course of the EP.

However, you can’t buy publicity like the lolling “Louis Vuitton,” on which the rapper references the brand some 63 times including this little gem: “LV Bags, LV pants with that LV sag/ It don’t make no sense why these n****s hate/ It don’t make no sense why they LV fake/ But mine’s real.”

There’s Louis V’s campaign against counterfeits right there.

If you hate yourself but love shitty songs about luxury (“Money Can Buy You Class”!) you can download the Bernard Arnault EP at Dat Piff. [WWD]

]]> http://fashionindie.com/the-bernard-arnault-ep/feed/ 0 http://fashionindie.com/alessandra-ambrosios-1st-annual-follow-the-sun-party/ http://fashionindie.com/alessandra-ambrosios-1st-annual-follow-the-sun-party/#comments Mon, 28 Jun 2010 15:21:51 +0000 McArthur Joseph http://fashionindie.com/?p=133565 Thursday night, supermodel Alessandra Ambrosio hosted an amazing party with Moet & Chandon champagne at the Thompson Hotel and you know the Fashion Indie crew was there. The party was full of the fashion elite and I even had a chance to interview Alessandra, Adriana Lima, and Arlenis Sosa.

Somehow that event managed to combine three of my favorite things: Moet, supermodels, and sitting poolside. It felt more like a friend’s summer soiree compared to the regular industry events that we normally attend. It was quaint, but still full of buzz and excitement. Adriana Lima was comfortable enough to even showed off some  baby pictures.

Here are some quotes I gathered that night:

Arlenis Sosa On Vogue’s Black Issue: It was a great experience for me. Actually I didn’t even know models Chanel Iman and Jourdan Dunn before the shoot. I really think that it caused a splash and I would love American Vogue to do something similar.

Alessandra Ambrosio On The Festivities: I love it! It’s a wonderful time. I adore [Lorenzo Martone] I really just want to dance all night long.

All in all it was a great time with great people.

Here is a picture :

(Shot by Guest of a Guest Photog/our new bff Blaine Wins)

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 to the Museum of Natural History—was decidedly less buzz-worthy, but I can almost guarantee my destination was more fashionable than Neil Armstrong’s forty years ago.

Because Louis Vuitton is one of the few luxury brands surviving—and thriving—during the recession, it is to be expected that they throw over-the-top, lavish parties that compete with the bacchanals of ancient Rome—after all, who’s left to do it?

I arrived early and the atmosphere outside was unexpectedly calm—no ravenous party crashers frothing at the mouth for their free Moët. Usually I walk the step-and-repeats, but I took one look at the gigantic carpet with a cluster of video crews at the end and decided to pass. I imagined later that it would have been one small step for me, and one giant rattling of my fragile nerves.

Downstairs was still mostly empty and so the full selection of hors d’oeuvres could be enjoyed without the terrible despair that ensues after you trail one of those handsome cater waiters, only to find that their silver platter has been pillaged. Food, however, lost all value when I spotted Bill Cunningham in his signature blue windbreaker, darting rapidly around the room with his camera like a lone ranger. I positioned myself strategically and waited. Sure enough, my outfit was blessed with Mr. Cunningham’s approval in the form of a few camera flashes and I quietly checked off another achieved goal on the running list I keep in my mind.

The first celebrity I spotted was Cassie—immediately recognizable by her half-shaved head, which on one side makes her look like a glamorous goddess and on the other, like a Thai lady-boy. I assumed from the star shape etched into Cassie’s bald side that she was she was celebrating the celestial occasion in her own special way.

Shortly after, Whitney Port arrived. Almost immediately, a steady stream of strangers approached Whitney—all wanting a piece of the reality star. I was guilty of this as well—but at least I was fabulously dressed, so it was excusable in my mind. I went up to the delightful Ms. Port, who’s bubbly and beautiful in person. I asked if she ever had dreams of being an astronaut while growing up.

“You know, I think everyone somehow thinks in one way or another that being an astronaut is so whimsical and amazing, but I don’t know, after fourth grade, learning about the whole solar system and doing a report on Venus, I was fine just settling with that.”

I couldn’t bait her on what she’d do if she were locked in a space shuttle with her City

co-star, Olivia Palermo. “I’d make it work,” she said. “I’m not like that; I’m not territorial.”

The most interesting interaction that night I had observed was not Buzz with the president of Louis Vuitton North America on the grand staircase, but rather between Whitney and Jessica Szhor (Gossip Girl) when the latter had arrived. Despite having ostensibly never met before, Jessica made her way over to Whitney and introduced herself. It made me wonder whether the famous share some sort of supernatural bond with one another.

Jessica was wearing Louis Vuitton Fall 2009 shoes—the ones with the sky-high crazy heel that looks like an hourglass—and that, come to think of it, wouldn’t look out of place as moon shoes. I posed the same question to her.

“I think I was always a little bit too scared of what would happen, but I think it would be amazing to go to the moon and that’s the one place I’d want to go to that’s crazy and far away because people have made it back.”

“If you could go to the moon, who would you take with you?” I asked her. “My mamacita!” she cooed.

–Adrien Field

www.AdrienField.com