Posted by Nina Lalli at 3:51 PM, November 29, 2007
Last night, the Project Runway producers thought they figured out a way to please their fans, some of whom may be straight females or gay men. Not the Tiki Barber part, but the part with the man models in their panties. Unfortunately, watching people try to make suits is really boring.
The news of this episode: muscle-faced model guy is HIV positive and has never felt better. He also won the challenge, but it barely counted. Joey Fat One is now Joey Straight One. His geometric facial hair survived for another week, unfortunately, but Carmen did not. Thank God. We couldn't look at her giant chokers for another minute. Ms. Polymorphic Spitmark will slobber on her drapings, but chooses only to touch one male. Wilmer cried hysterically again, Nina and Michael are still as orange as possible, and the gay teenager loves Asians. See you next week.
Posted by Nina Lalli at 4:38 PM, November 28, 2007
Hunter, the company that makes wellies that make you look cool and WASPy instead of cutesy and trendy, is having a trunk show. With every purchase, you get a pair of $38 welly socks. Sale details below.
San Francisco Clothing
975 Lexington Avenue
(between 70th and 71st)
(212) 472-8740
Saturday, December 8, 2007, 11 am to 6 pm
Sunday, December, 9, 2007, 12 pm to 5 pm
Posted by Nina Lalli at 8:37 AM, November 27, 2007
Last Wednesday, also known as Thanksgiving Eve, when we were out with a friend who believes this to be the greatest drinking night of the year, episode two of Project Runway happened.
We finally caught up, and guess what? It turned out to be the episode of inappropriate weeping. We're so down for that. First, the fat guy cried because Sarah Jessica Parker showed up. He moved to New York because of Sex and the City. Oh God.
Then Wilmer Valderrama cried hysterically during what seemed to be one interview, but they kept showing it, giving the impression that he cries every time they talk to him. Bravo!
Then, on the runway, Carmen (like the opera?) produced an astonishing ugly cry face when asked whether she or her partner, the queeny teenager, should go home. It was an easy question since he was the leader on their team, and their jacket sucked because he has bad taste, but somehow she couldn't handle it. That's a good sign for us. In the end, neither was voted off the island, even though the combined effect of their hairdos was criminal. It was the boy named Marion. Whatever.
Also, on your next job interview, try not to leave the celebrity hanging, like Joey Fat One did. Unless you're trying to be hilarious. Then do that.
Posted by Nina Lalli at 1:05 PM, November 16, 2007
First off, dear readers, we apologize for not being able to bring you our Runway reactions yesterday. There were technical reasons for this that are beyond our comprehension, but we're here for you now.
The first episode of Season 4 was, as always, a lot to take in. With so many designers to meet, the drama hasn't developed yet. But thank God for Elisa, right? As soon as we heard about the marionettes and saw her mushing some chiffon into the grass, we knew this was our girl. ("I decided to imbue it with a natural element.") And, even though her dress was "pooing fabric," we knew the producers couldn't let her go either. ("so I decided to create a cascade, almost like water, or magic... a haiku of a cut.") Thanks, Bravo!
Our man friend was all sad because the pretty girl got voted off, but guess what, buddy? This show is not for straight dudes (although they love it).
But, crazy as we are, we can't say we think Elisa will win this thing. In fact, that runway show seemed like a whole lotta crap. We knew we loved the tiny gay guy from watching his submission video:
Actually, when it comes to glamour, believe it or not, the first name that springs to mind is someone—OK, two people: the entity that played Michelle, the ugly baby on Full House. This creature may not have been much of a looker in her early years, but she—they—have grown up to be the style icons of the 21st century.
I'm not kidding! I love the Olsens! I love the way they mix vintage and unbelievably expensive designer stuff, the way they wrap their little emaciated bodies in yards and yards of fabric, their no-holds-barred trash-bag aesthetic.
In fact, the piece is not really about MK and Ash, but about Dita Von Teese, who Yaeger spent some time with recently. Check it out, people.
Posted by Nina Lalli at 4:24 PM, November 14, 2007
People, you know you're not going anywhere tonight. Project Runway Season 4 starts in five hours and 36 minutes! Heres a little something to get you in the mood... And Threadster will be offering brilliant insight and ludicrous predictions tomorrow and every Thursday till the finale, so bring your thoughts here.
Posted by Nina Lalli at 12:20 PM, November 14, 2007
We've been toying with the idea of an Olsen-inspired concept for winter. Kind of a disheveled rich girl thing, which would only be complete with a ratty-looking fur jacket/coat/stole. But this is tricky. How do we all feel about this trend—morally, aesthetically, etc.? Is fake fur better than real? Is vintage better than new?
We decided to take a vote, and asked two-dozen fashionable 20- and 30-somethings. The results are below, and they were somewhat surprising. Please add your two cents as well!
"i would wear anything that is dead. my preferred coat choice when going to kate's joint and/ or yoga."
"Very Little Edie. I'd go for vintage, and real. The point is that once upon a time, you had all the money in the world...and look at you now."
"I feel like new fur reminds me of my father's goom-ba guinea wife whereas vintage fur is classy. I don't know why this is."
"I think fur jackets are pretty gross. Not that leather is any better ethically but leather isn't as in your face as fur. Fake fur doesn't look or feel very good. If you're gonna wear fur, vintage is definitely better than new."
"this is a good winter concept. it requires lots of broken-in leather and underpinnings with sequins."
"um, ok. vintage is yuck. it's not like your dear readers can afford good vintage, and vintage from andy's cheapies or whatever is going to smell like a poisonous old hag. so that's a no. i'm saying really good faux is good, and really good real is fine if you have the cajones to pull it off. on the other hand, if you do have cajones you should not be wearing fur."
"Ratty but not really ratty. I like the look of awesome fur with a messy bed head, very MK. I'm all for vintage fur. I'm for REALLY GOOD fake fur...so good it looks super real and is super $$$. Morally I have to say I'm not for new fur but secretly I'm for it. I also think fur is for night time activities. A fur coat at 9am just doesn't work for me ....unless you are doing the walk of shame and then I love it."
"Fake fur's great, but the Olsens aren't ratting it up enough in those photos. Although one time, my sister had a really ratty fake fur-trimmed coat, and it looked like a giant vag on her. She was not pleased when I brought this up."
"Look: animals who are furry are cute, there's no doubt about it. Panda bears, seals, even beavers. They're adorable! But buying fur is not exactly equivalent to choosing your lobster in the tank at the Chinese restaurant. The mink or whatever (and those are ugly) are long dead. That doesn't make it right, but I think it makes wearing fur less wrong than some would have you believe. Just because you and your vegan Oberlin-alum friends boycott it, doesn't mean Russian oil barons and their mistresses are going to.
The reason I vote for vintage over new fur is not political, it's aesthetic. Unless you're going to spend $14,000 on a Fendi shrug, anything you find is going to be, frankly, hideous, because it was designed for a target customer with horrible, horrible taste: dentists in St. Louis, mobster wives in Brighton Beach, hip hop artists. You want fur that's like 'Oh, I borrowed this from Anna Wintour,' or 'Oh, my great grandmother was the Queen of Norway and this was hers.' For that, you're going to have to buy something vintage. Then you're going to have to put on sunglasses that are way too big for your face and buy a Venti iced coffee and there: You're an Olsen."
"my ratty fake fur is kind of better because it brings in an element of a loved teddy bear or something."
"pro. i wear this giant weird vintage fur when i'm ready to be ridiculous. so yeah. it's already dead. you're not supporting the industry or whatever, just whichever hipster street vendor/grandma you buy it from. warning, though, old fur smells like, well, old fur."
"my mom had an old skunk-fur coat and whenever it rained it stank like skunk -- until a dog totally attacked the coat at a dinner party and ripped it to shreds. my mom wore a parka home that night."
"i think fake is better."
"I think the best fur is one that frames your face and makes you look glam rather than one that hangs there and makes you look like you have on a bathrobe (like ashley pic #3) I had a good one in my riot grrrl phase, too bad I don’t have any pictures. I don’t like new, I think fake is fine, and vintage is better (though smell is indeed a sticking point).
Posted by Nina Lalli at 4:11 PM, November 13, 2007
Since it doesn't seem polite to actually register for Christmas gifts, we here at Threadster have decided to make our hopes and dreams public, in case anyone would like to fulfil them (hi Mom!) this year.
Alternatively, this may give you readers some ideas for things you'd like to give or request. First up: The black sheep sweater from Cordarounds. Yes, a sweater made from black sheep, and a very cute (unisex) one for $114.
This holiday season, we're proud to unveil our latest concept: the Black Sheep
Sweater -- an idea that began with a "What if?" followed by a resounding "Why not?" Within minutes, we were asking the woolsmiths of the world if such a garment could possibly be produced.
Turns out it's difficult to find enough black sheep to make the damn things. But we kept on looking, because at Cordarounds we believe the black sheep of the family ought to be able to wear the figure of speech.
At long last, we found a mill in Ireland that manufactures black sheep sweaters in an old-worldly, wonderfully eco-sensitive way.
Posted by Nina Lalli at 5:14 PM, November 12, 2007
If this image does not stir up overwhelming feelings of lust and nostalgia, you're not our target audience. But if you have ever been in love with Dylan McKay, or some spaced-out, greasy-haired boy who had a Baja sweatshirt you borrowed flirtatiously, you'll be glad to know that we have decided to bring that shit back. Thanks to one of our favorite stores, La Sirena, a tiny Mexican shop on East Third Street, we can chanel the surfer/stoner/slacker inside. They even have some lined with fleece. (About $20.)
People, it's time for some new jeans, even if it means showing a bunch of other bitches your ass in the communal dressing room. The Earnest Sewn sample sale ends tomorrow, so make it happen:
819 Washington Street
between Little West 12th & Gansevoort
(212) 242-3414
8am – 8pm
$22 - $75 on men's, women's, and kid's jeans, jackets, shirts, skirts, etc.
You heard it here first. John Varvatos made it official today that he is bringing his $3,495 leather jackets to the defunct CBGB spot on the Bowery, but Yaeger was onto the news already. Varvatos may not have been ready to chat about it last week, but Yaeger got a little someone called Debbie Harry to reminisce about the Bowery's previous fashion connotations:
"The bum stores along Houston Street," she recollects fondly. "They sold a lot of fun, interesting stuff from barrels or racks out on sidewalks. You'd find great stuff for a nickel in those days." When even a nickel was too much, she says, "it seemed like there was really good garbage. I'm not in the garbage business any more, but when I first moved here and we didn't have any dough, we found great stuff in the garbage." It was all part of an aesthetic Harry calls the Lower East Side look, a style composed of "trades, vintage junk, and ripped-up stuff."
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