Nocturnal Confessions: The LnA Afterparty at Milk Studios

My favorite Patti Smith quotation is a recent one—from an excellent New York profile, by Vanessa Grigoriadis, pegged to the release of Smith’s memoir of her and Robert Mapplethorpe’s rollicking early days in NYC, Just Kids— “Everyone has a creative impulse, and has the right to create, and should…the people are making their own art, taking their own photographs, making their own songs, and I think that’s a beautiful thing. But a pure artist is a different animal.” In the age of blogs and stunt memoirs, McGinley imitators and Terry Richardson aspirers, these are words to be taken to heart. One has to wonder if Ms. Smith could point to anyone in the fashion world as a pure artist. It’s doubtful, though something tells me Alexander McQueen would have come as close as anyone. During her set at LnA’s afterparty at Milk Studios last night, Smith dedicated her final song to Mr. McQueen, a genuinely kindly tip of the hat from punk’s queen to the departed prince of Savile Row.

Before this fete, I had no idea what LnA even was, and neither did many of the fabulous folks at the party, but for good reason: this was LnA’s first presentation in NYC fashion week. Founded in 2007 by Lauren Alexander and April Leight, LnA’s goal was originally to make “the perfect men’s tee for women,” they’ve expanded their line to include all sorts of women’s basics with a twist. On their website they say that Mischa Barton likes their clothes. Not sure if that’s a good thing or not.

Definitely falling in the “good” column was their party. These California girls can throw a jam. The vodka was Belvedere, the music sublime (They were deciding between Patti Smith and The Kills to play their party. Tough call.) and, as you’ll see from the photos, the place was full of beautiful folks (including Metric’s Emily Haines, who performed later, after I left) looking to actually get down, and not just cruise the room for Jared Leto, who was there, apparently.

If there’s an “art” to throwing a party, it’s down there on the list, somewhere near “tattoo,” and “making a great scrabble word,” but let’s hand it to LnA. If this wasn’t a step towards le Salon, they’re on the right track to the Salon des Refusés.

image I knew there was no way Fashion Week would let Haiti steal all the attention.

image “Crab cakes and football that’s what we do!” Also, bronzer.

image If I was a bunny, or a mink, or a senator’s daughter, and I knew my skin was going to be used for clothing, I would want it to be for this.

image Alison Lewis and her friend, Muña, standing in front of a piece of art done by….

image This guy! (the one on the right, pointing at his artwork)

image You think this photo is of the beautiful pair in the foreground, but it’s really all about the guy behind them in the sunglasses. I like it that his drink is brightly colored and looks like something a child would order.

image Speaking of kids, here’s a tip for you youngsters: Don’t Smoke. Unless you want to look super fucking cool and have beautiful girls come hang out with you next to the DJ Booth.

image Models + Rock and Roll = Party.

image Houndstooth + Ass = Another Party

image Patti Smith, singing “Gloria”

image My new hero, someone who wasn’t too cool to sing along with Patti Smith (JK! My hero is and always will be Mark Paul Gosselaar)

image Not everyone had a good time, even though they were wearing a hat, which I’m told is fun.

image Blackbook’s Ben Barna and girlfriend.

image “Cannon to left of them, Cannon in front of them…” Fuck, yeah.

image She kept asking me to re-take shot, as if my angle or timing had something to do with her being the cutest girl since Nick Jonas.

image Teen Vogue’s Hayley Phelan, lookin mischievous.

image And these guys.

image Two reactions to a joke involving Alexander McQueen, the Pope and Bill Clinton walking into a bar in Haiti.

Milk Studios, the Place to Be During Fashion Week

This February will mark New York Fashion Week’s last hurrah at Bryant Park, before moving to Lincoln Center, but on the 11th, Milk Studios will be taking some of the spotlight. The 15th Street space in Manhattan’s Meatpacking district will play host to some of New York Fashion Week’s brightest young stars, just as it did last September. Co-sponsored by MAC, Milk Studios will show newcomer Jeremy Scott, McQ by Alexander McQuee, Patrik Ervell, Richard Chai, Suno, and Johan Lindeberg’s Paris68, says WWD.

Add to that the much talked about designers who will make Milk their fashion week home for the second time around, including Gwen Stefani’s L.A.M.B., Vena Cava, Band of Outsiders, Threeasfour, Costello Tagliapietra, Temperley London , and the locale is sure giving Bryant Park a run for its money. There’s also plenty of high-profile participants who aren’t designers. Ryan Gosling’s band Dead Man’s Bones will play Milk’s opening fete, while Montauk’s Surf Lodge (from former Top Chef alumnae Sam Talbot) “will set up a pop-up outpost on the eighth floor.” Seriously, who needs 42 street? Looks like last season’s fashion week face-off may have a winner.