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
Before this fete, I had no idea what
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.
I knew there was no way Fashion Week would let Haiti steal all the attention.
“Crab cakes and football that’s what we do!” Also, bronzer.
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.
Alison Lewis and her friend, Muña, standing in front of a piece of art done by….
This guy! (the one on the right, pointing at his artwork)
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.
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.
Models + Rock and Roll = Party.
Houndstooth + Ass = Another Party
Patti Smith, singing “Gloria”
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)
Not everyone had a good time, even though they were wearing a hat, which I’m told is fun.
Blackbook’s Ben Barna and girlfriend.
“Cannon to left of them, Cannon in front of them…” Fuck, yeah.
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.
Teen Vogue’s Hayley Phelan, lookin mischievous.
And these guys.
Two reactions to a joke involving Alexander McQueen, the Pope and Bill Clinton walking into a bar in Haiti.