Hanro Turns 130, Still Looks Good

Hanro, the Swiss lingerie and loungewear go-to is celebrating its 130th anniversary. In honor of the occasion, the brand’s flagship store in the meatpacking district is hosting a retrospective exhibit titled, “130 Years of Dressing the World’s Most Seductive Women.”

A number of artists (Izak Zenous, Esther Bayer, Petra Dufkova, Marc-Antoine Coulon, and Miles McMillan) have all contributed interpretations of some of HANRO’s most iconic moments to the exhibit. These momentous moments in the brand’s history include Marilyn Monroe in The Seven Year Itch, Nicole Kidman in Eyes Wide Shut, as well as style icons Kate Moss, Sharon Stone, Kate Upton, and Jamie King all wearing pieces by HANRO

Jaime King by Marc-Antoine CoulonJaime King by Marc-Antoine Coulon

Kate Upton by Marc-Antoine CoulonKate Upton by Marc-Antoine Coulon

Nicole Kidman by Marc-Antoine CoulonNicole Kidman by Marc-Antoine Coulon

Sharon Stone by Esther BayerSharon Stone by Esther Bayer

Check out the exhibit open now through January 15th at the Hanro flagship store, 806 Washington Street. 

Chloë Sevigny Joins ‘Lovelace’

Now that Demi Moore has dropped out of the upcoming Linda Lovelace biopic to seek professional help, our favorite stylesetter Chloë Sevigny is stepping in. According to The Hollywood Reporter, Sevigny will play "a feminist journalist on freelance assignment for a men’s magazine to find out who the real Linda Lovelace is."

Directed by Rob Epstein and Jeffrey Friedman, Lovelace features Amanda Seyfriend as the famous porn star, supported by the likes of Sharon Stone, Juno Temple, Peter Saarsgard, and James Franco as Hugh Hefner (really). You may recall the film’s revolving door of cast members first triggered when Lindsay Lohan was fired, so we’re not sure if this is the final-final star roster, but we really hope Sevigny sticks around.

New Image of Amanda Seyfried as Linda Lovelace; Biopic Set for Sundance Premiere

Yesterday we brought you the fifteen movies we’re most excited about at this year’s Sundance Film Festival, but it seems we forgot one big one: Lovelace, the biopic about Linda Lovelace and her starring turn in the classic ’70s porno Deep Throat. Stills from the film have been trickling online in the fast few months (and there’s something about that phrase that makes me a little uncomfy considering the subject matter of the film), but a new image of Amanda Seyfried in the titular role’s groovy hairdo popped up this morning.

Entertainment Weekly shares the image as well as more details about the film, which has an impressive cast assembled.

Sharon Stone, Juno Temple, Wes Bentley, Hank Azaria (in the directors chair), Robert Patrick, Bobby Cannavale (partially obscured in the upper right corner), and Chris Noth (standing beside the camera) co-star in Lovelace. Peter Sarsgaard also stars as Lovelace’s husband, Chuck Traynor, the man she later claimed abused her and coerced her into the porn world. James Franco will appear as Playboy founder Hugh Hefner, and Adam Brody (seated in the chair) is fellow porn actor Harry Reems.

Will Lovelace be a hit? Few movies have been able to capture the essence of porn the way that Boogie Nights did nearly sixteen (sixteen! it’s been that long!) years ago. It’ll definitely be a movie to keep an eye on. 

Check out the new still below:


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Woody Allen Returns to Acting in John Turturro’s ‘Fading Gigolo’

Well, not entirely: First, he’ll appear in his own Nero Fiddled, which is out later this year. But Fading Gigolo will mark the first film Allen’s appeared in which he didn’t direct himself since 2000’s Picking Up The Pieces, making this his formal return to acting as an actor and only that. Him and John Turturro will play broke best friends who decide to become gigolos under the pseudonyms Virgil and Bongo, which of course leads to hijinks in the Hasidic Jewish community they call home. Sharon Stone and Sofia Vergara are also in talks to star, with production slated to begin in April.

Allen just picked up a Best Original Screenplay Oscar for Midnight in Paris, so it makes sense that he’s giving himself a little breather to have some fun by acting in a friend’s film. No word on the personality types that him and Turturro will play, but my educated guess is that he’ll be a slightly nebbish, neurotic Jew.

Santiago Gonzalez Launches Men’s Accessories That Women Envy

Papa’s got a brand new bag, and we’re all jealous. Known for designing iconic women’s handbags with an exotic touch, Nancy Gonzalez is now exploring the world of menswear, with the help of her company’s president, Santiago Gonzalez. The collection, named after and inspired by Santiago, includes an impressive range of luxe travel accessories in various shades of crocodile skin. Men have a choice of over 50 (that’s 5-0, seriously) styles that include everything from money clips and zip wallets to weekenders and duffle bags. And each piece is masculine enough to convert man-purse skeptics, but also chic enough to make women fawn.

To toast the collection’s launch, which is sold exclusively at Bergdorf Goodman and Neiman Marcus, an intimate group of designers, actors, and tastemakers gathered this week at the famed Mr. Chow in Beverly Hills for dinner and drinks. I stopped by to congratulate Mr. Gonzalez, who was grinning ear-to-ear as he humbly accepted praise from guests like Kate and Laura Mulleavy of Rodarte, Stephen Dorff, Balthazar Getty, and Sharon Stone (photo of Stone and the guest of honor below). The hit event—hosted by China Chow, the actress, model, and daughter of Mr. Chow owner Michael Chow—is just a prelude to the success that this collection is sure to enjoy.



Shop the Santiago Gonzalez collection here.

Photos courtesy of LaForce + Stevens.

Links: Jay Leno To Take Back Conan’s Spot; Tiger Woods Goes Gay?

● Jay Leno is set to take back his 11:35 slot from Conan O’Brien each weeknight after a dismal season of late-night ratings for NBC. What’s TV-speak for Indian giver — or total failure? [New York Times] ● Stylist Rachel Zoe was photographed on the beach looking skeletal after years of being criticized for her effect on the weights of her young female clients. Lindsay Lohan, Mischa Barton and Nicole Richie would be thinking “schadenfreude!” if they knew the word. [E! Online] ● Amid talks of upgraded airline security, some are wondering just how much a full-body scan reveals. First, recall the line at Auntie Anne’s Pretzels the last time you were in the airport, then rethink your curiosity. [Jaunted]

● One of Tiger’s many ladies, Loredana Jolie Ferriolo, is shopping a tell-all book (surprise!) in which she claims she witnessed Woods in gay sexual relationships. A competing memoir contends that Woods is both Jesus Christ and the Zodiac Killer. [Radar] ● Band of brothers Kings of Leon are launching a clothing line in association with Surface To Air, featuring — what else — a checkered shirt, boots and a leather jacket. You probably can’t even afford a belt. [Vogue UK] ● Sharon Stone tries to be empathic, but just sounds bitchy, saying of Meryl Streep, “Meryl looks like an unmade bed, and that’s what I look like.” Except that Meryl looks like an unmade bed worth millions and millions of dollars.[Perez Hilton]

Links: Miley Cyrus vs. ‘Twilight’, Peaches OK with Lady Gaga

● Courtney Love talks about the time Sharon Stone screamed at her in front of Anna Wintour. Oh, memories. [NYMag] ● Miley Cyrus hasn’t seen Twilight — and doesn’t plan to. “I don’t believe in it. I don’t like vampires … I don’t want anything to do with it.”[EW] ● Twihards, brace yourselves: Dakota Fanning and Kristen Stewart will lock lips in their next film, The Runaways; according to Fanning, it’s a very passionate kiss. [AccessHollywood]

● I guess Lindsay Lohan spoke to soon when she said she was expanding her “empire” to jewelry with the help of Heidi Klum and Nicole Richie’s jewel man Pascal Mouawad. Mouawad flat out said “[That] is not happening.” [WWD] ● Canadian singer Michael Bublé has come to the defense of Britney Spears’ penchant for lip-synching in concert by reminding everyone to have some perspective — it’s not like she “killed someone” or anything. [ContactMusic] ● Peaches gives a tip of her hat to Lady Gaga, despite the fact that Gaga may or may not have ripped off Peaches’ schtick, saying Gaga’s a “very polished diva.” [AVClub]

Cinema Against AIDS @ Cannes

Each year during the Cannes Film Festival, the American Foundation for AIDS Research (amFAR), holds their Cinema Against AIDS gala: the black-tie rendezvous for about eight hundred guests, among which are many of the stars from the films currently being screened in Cannes theatres, film producers, and anyone directly or indirectly involved in the fundraising effort. Chaired principally by Kenneth Cole, Harvey Weinstein, and Sharon Stone, Cinema Against AIDS helps raise funds for medical research. Both Weinstein and Stone have been tireless supporters of amFAR’s efforts to get the message out about AIDS awareness. Their participation in the gala helps to ensure as many A-listers as possible will show up, thereby increasing amFAR’s visibility. As Kenneth Cole explained to me when the gala was getting underway, “Anyone who is anyone will be here tonight, and Annie Lennox is going to sing. The night is going to be magical.” Aware of the current economic climate, Cole told me that “last year was a different time and place, and it’s very hard out there, but it’s no less important in here.”

These days, any attempts at engaging in the debate about AIDS seems essential, since the tension between the establishment and the rest of the world has almost taken Manichean proportions. World leaders can unravel decades of hard work by NGOs with just a few words, and this gala represents an important victory in the battle to keep research and awareness alive. The foundation has raised $290M over the years and also helps provide funding for a couple thousand research teams.

Last year’s gala was organized at the Moulin de Mougin, France’s answer to the Inn at Little Washington; this year the dinner and auction (and after-party) happened at the posh Hotel du Cap in Antibes, about twenty minutes away from Cannes. Transportation for those souls in need was arranged by the foundation, so I got on the shuttle bus at about 5pm that Thursday. A majority of photographers were already on hand, discussing light measurements and last night’s film premieres and red-carpet entrances. As we departed la ville de Cannes, I noticed that we had a police escort; I’m not sure if we had the single most famous photographer on the planet riding with us, or whether this was simply protocol. The cops waved traffic out of the way like Moses parting the seas, and sometimes led us into oncoming traffic. Apparently these nice policemen thought we should get to the Hotel du Cap quickly. One of them suddenly ran into the other, and they collided; traffic stopped while scrapes and bruises were looked over, and replacements were made (with better-abled drivers, I hoped). With less fanfare and vague apprehension, we arrived at the Hotel soon after.

The grounds of the Hotel du Cap were staffed with a security detail whose men resembled extras from a Guy Ritchie movie. Lean and overly tanned young men patrolled the hotel’s surroundings, talking discreetly into their wrists. Soon after check-in I was escorted to the press compound, located closest to the hotel. I quickly surveyed how media were organized and noted bitterly that compared to the photographers’ corps, the written press clique would be a minority. Thank God there were people I knew, like a young reporter from a Colombian outlet who arrived shortly after. We both looked apprehensively at the insufferable British photographer setting up next to us who apparently went by the name of Toby. He tended to spray when he spoke and made disparaging remarks about women — I hope it was his sister or mother he referred to.

This event was not going to be an easy one for us in written press. Trying to lure an actor, director, or fashion personality over for a quick chat about their film or their cause is tough, because it is difficult to compete with the Barking Butcher from Brighton who’s packing two telephoto lenses so long all you can think to say is, “impressive, mate.” Before the cast of Lost at Hotel du Cap started arriving, I had a brief chat with someone in security — you never know when you might need a friend on the staff.

In the South of France just as much as in LA or Sundance, when Paris Hilton or Curtis “50 Cent” Jackson appear on the red carpet (well, actually it was black), everyone gets the paparazzi jitters (except for us, of course), and any crack at carrying a half-decent conversation with the likes of the beautiful Anna Mouglalis, who has a starring role in Jans Koonen’s Coco Chanel and Igor Stravinsky, or Marion Cotillard, who takes the prize for grace, dignity and professionalism, is best forgotten. It’s too loud to have a talk.


Paolo Coelho was one of the first guests to arrive; he had a pleased look on his face and was ever the good sport to the incessant screaming of the shutterbugs. He worked the media with a big and sometimes worried smile. We also saw Mike Myers, Eva Herzygowa, Hope Davis (currently starring in Terry Gilliam’s The Imaginarium of Dr. Parnassus), Dita Von Teese, amFAR ambassador Michelle Yeoh, Elodie Bouchez, Elizabeth Hurley, a gorgeous Georgina Chapman, and actor/filmmaker Guillaume Canet and Kerri Washington. There were a few slashies, as always. Paris Hilton soon made her way down the “catwalk” in an outfit which reminded one of Nero reincarnated as a tranny — toga, hair ornament, and all. James Grey, the director of We Own The Night and Two Lovers and currently member of the Cannes Jury, was on hand, and as expected he did not stop for the photographers; maybe he was still angry from his latest spat with jury president Isabelle Huppert. I’d heard that during the festival he’d been resentful of the fact that Huppert apparently ran the deliberations with an iron fist; some are saying that this year’s awards in Cannes should have been called the Huppert Awards.

Emile Hirsch, currently appearing in Ang Lee’s Taking Woodstock here in Cannes, arrived early — he smiled politely and made his way to the entrance. Joshua Jackson and Diane Kruger’s arrival caused a hoopla down the media catwalk; the paparazzi’s scowls could be heard all the way to the Negresco Hotel in Nice.

One of the guests I was looking forward to seeing the most was Annie Lennox, who would perform for the guests. She arrived by herself dressed in a gorgeous, light blue Chinese silk dress. Lennox looked great, though a bit uneasy about the photographers who unleashed a deluge of cheers and roars on her. I thought, Annie Lennox is not Paris Hilton, boys. How about treating her with a little decorum? But Lennox was a great sport about it and gave everyone ample time to photograph. She was greeted by Kenneth Cole, and they retreated to the side to have a chat and a few laughs.

Sharon Stone, who always hosts Cinema Against AIDS, arrived last. In a oh-no-she-didn’t moment as cameras and flashes crackled and snapped, she waved softly at everyone to stop and listen. She told everyone that she had just returned from Northern Uganda where she helped to build wells to ensure people there had clean drinking water. She introduced the two people she was with and said their company agreed to give a percentage of their proceeds to help in building clean water wells. “I’m really proud to be working with them,” Stone said. Some of the photographers who were still snapping away and barking for Stone to turn towards them were silenced by their colleagues. Stone, who was inspiring (and inspired), then thanked the media, implying that they are helping amFAR’s humanitarian mission and that “it’s working, and it’s because of you, thank you very, very much, you’re all little paparazzi angels.”

I’m not sure whether she was talking about her own cause or amFAR’s. And while a boisterous crowd of celebrity photographers might not exactly be the best audience, it was a believable performance by Ms. Stone. The amFAR cocktail and dinner was followed by the performance by Ms. Lennox, and later by an after-party at the hotel. Although I regretted that the event was not at Moulin de Mougins, the Hotel du Cap was a great venue for the gala. The weather was perfect; the only unhappy people at the Hotel du Cap that night were the slightly aggravated hotel guests who had to be escorted by a security detail across the grounds to leave from or return to their rooms.

Links: Kayne West No Dandy, Rihana’s Fender Bender

● Who needs a runway show these days? Halston has foregone the usual runway affair for a high-concept fashion music video. [BritishVogue] ● Kanye West would like to set the record straight about how not gay he is. Just because he and his entourage dress like new-wave dandies at Paris Fashion Week doesn’t mean they’re gay. [MTV] ● Bruce Springsteen rules. The Boss wasn’t even aware he was up for a Grammy till he opened the paper on Monday and saw that he won. [VH1]

● Two women in Florida suffered organ failure after getting unlicensed butt injections to look more like J-Lo. [DailyMail] ● We all know PR people don’t exactly tell the truth, but Rihanna’s flack might take the cake. Amanda Silverman claimed that the beatdown she got was just a minor traffic mishap. Sidney Falco would be proud. [P6] ● Sharon Stone is one good-looking bad lady, that could because her bags are Louis Vuitton. [TMZ]