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Edited by on April 12 2011 at 5:28 PM

- Fashion star Alexander Wang takes us inside his new Tribeca loft (note the hint of unmitigated jealousy as I consider my tiny apartment in The Bronx), or as I like to call it, the spare set from Scarface. I love that his refrigerator is filled with only champagne, diet soda and fruit juices. You know what I always say: a fridge is only good for mixers and dead bodies.  [W Editor's Blog]

MUSE OF THE WORLD: At Home with Alex Wang, Bijoux du Jolie and You Might Need a Condom for Versace Home

- Sorry kids, you won’t be able to get Angelina Jolie‘s jewelry collection at Wal-Mart. After all, this isn’t Jessica Simpson we’re talking about. No, this jewelry is being auctioned off for charity, thank you. And no, she’s not trying to steal Liz Taylor‘s thunder — this acution is by invite only. Luckily, I received my invite in the mail today, but imagine my surprise when I opened it and who else is looking back at me but Naomi Campbell splayed out in fur and covered in blood diamonds. I guess I really should have looked into what that charity was for… [The Cut]

- A blurry spec that may or may not be Beyoncé may or may not be wearing Givenchy Haute Couture in her new video. I may or may not have just died. [Red Carpet Fashion Awards]

- When fashion loves something, boy does it love the hell out of it. Prada’s Spring 2011 collection was a big fat effing hit, so much so it’s been featured on at least 15 magazine covers. Guess that explains those record-breaking profits.  [Fashionista]

- Donatella Versace has sexy chairs, sexy cocktail tables and probably whatever sexy furniture needed to satisfy your sexy sexiness. Of Versace Home, Donatella says she “want[s] create spaces that make you feel sexy and glamorous.” Mission accomplished. I haven’t seen this much sex on furniture since that house party I went in to Brooklyn sophomore year. Granted, it was a ratty couch that (who I can only assume were) hobos had been using for a house, but still…sex all over it. []

Story by Lester Brathwaite

I was center square from 1969 to 1978, during which I perfected the art of the zing as well as a crippling cocaine addiction. Bea Arthur was responsible for both. @LesFabian lester at