Happy Halloween, kids! To get you in the mood for All Hallow’s Eve, even if you’re stranded in your apartment thanks to a particularly sassy hurricane cum superstorm, here’s a tale of sartorial spookiness starring the ghost of one of the greatest designers of the 20th century.
Natalie Portman‘s Dior mascara ad is only the latest fashion ad to be banned on the limey streets of Britannia. Because the English are notoriously conservative, they scandalize easily whereas in America we have Lindsay Lohan. There’s no scandal big enough for us to bat a digitally altered eyelash at. Here, a sampling of ads banned by the UK’s watchdog, the Advertising Standards Authority.
Now that Yves Saint Laurent has dropped their countersuit to Christian Louboutin‘s trademark infringement claim, hopefully putting an end to this high-heeled hullabaloo, we can sit back and reflect on exactly what this case meant: not a damn thing.
New York Times fashion critic Cathy Horyn doesn’t have many friends left in the industry, it seems, after a series of scathing critiques about anyone who rubs her the wrong way. And these days, any which way is the wrong way.
In the wake of all the controversy surrounding Hedi Slimane‘s rebranding of Yves Saint Laurent, it’s important to remember just who the man behind the legendary house was — a drug-addicted, drunken tyrant who was not above throwing an ashtray at an assistant. Diva, thy name is YSL.
Since our nation has turned a respectable 236 years old this week, we decided to dig through the vaults for a history lesson on the true spirit of America: illicit sexual affairs.
This year marks the centennial of the sinking of the Titanic, but even one hundred years later there’s still an air of mystery, intrigue and scandale wrapped around it. Beginning this week, 180 pieces of Titanic memorabilia will go up for auction, among them a kimono that purportedly belonged to Lady Duff Gordon, known professionally as the fashion designer Lucile.
I don’t know what it is, but there’s something about Paris Fashion Week that brings out the crazy in everyone. Lest you forget it was around this time last year that John Galliano went swimming in a pool of anti-Semitic haterade, thus plunging the fashion world into a year-long speculative mission regarding his successor, Christophe Decarnin had his breakdown and falling out with Balmain and Kanye West dropped the biggest bomb of his career – and I’m not talking about 808s & Heartbreak. Not to mention a few months ago during the spring 2012 season that whole fashion calendar war was ignited. This PFW promises to be, if not equally scandalous, at least worth the clutching of your collective Chanel pearls. Here are the top scandals burning down the City of Lights.
This delicious little story is like something out of Gatsby — if The Great Gatsby was kind of trashy and a bit of a douchbag. We’ve got a bevy of supermodels, a Greek billionaire heir, a Roitfeld, an entitled prince of a sovereign city-state, $500 bottles of vodka, and a chivalrous “man of the people” trapped in the middle of it all.
“I would rather weep in a Rolls-Royce than be happy on a bicycle.” You can accuse Patrizia Reggiani of many things — murder being chief among them — but at least she’s consistent. After serving half of a 26 year sentence at Milan’s San Vittore prison for arranging the murder of her husband, Gucci heir Maurizio Gucci in 1995, Reggiani recently refused parole because, in her own brilliant and completely serious words, “it would mean getting a job and I have never worked a day in my life.” Fall back, Imelda Marcos, I think I may have found a new idol.