For my first post on Newsweek/The Daily Beast, I reported on Cathy Horyn's assumption that Alexander Wang was to fulfill a position at Balenciaga. How will the design-dialogue of Wang’s opulent-oppidan aesthetic conflict with the luxury conversation of the 98 year old brand Balenciaga? For now, I don't care. The result of filing that story at 2:15 am has given me serious zombie-eyes. I'm thrilled to be working with the ultra-talented Robin Givhan and the staff at Newsweek/The Daily Beast.
(Fernanda Calfat/Getty Images for Mercedes-Benz Fashion Week)
Sitting across from me, wearing all black and juggling a cigarette between sips of coffee, Ryan Karner and I discussed the fading fun of his new town, L.A. To most, Ryan is a complete freak; his way of dress mimics that of a grunge-gypsy a la Marc Jacobs (via 1990's), his topics of conversation would suggest he's a drug addicted time-traveler, but I would have him no other way. For our bi-yearly reunion, we met at our favorite spot, Liberty Market in Gilbert Arizona. The coffee is supreme and the customers are conservative; just the kind of setting Ryan and I like to inhabit-- we're obvious outsiders. Ryan continues his rant on L.A "It's all a about superficial presentation and everyone acts like someone, which is a pile of vomit". It wasn't what Ryan was saying during our visit last week, but how he was saying it-- a whirlwind of waving arms and cig-smoke. Dramatic.
Alas, I've discovered another cavity of productivity. Though direction is still to be decided, I'm thinking this blog will be a personal page of rants, raves and an online scattering of my stories. For those who don't know me, I'm a fashion journalist. I write for the New York Times, Newsweek/The Daily Beast and the Financial Times. In addition, I'm a contributing editor at the New York Observer's SCENE Magazine. If you're not one for words and prefer pixels, check out my Tumblr page. Also, I'm on Twitter. (Sean Redahan's illustration of me)
Sitting across from me, wearing all black and juggling a cigarette between sips of coffee, Ryan Karner and I discussed the fading fun of his new town, L.A. To most, Ryan is a complete freak; his way of dress mimics that of a grunge-gypsy a la Marc Jacobs (via 1990's), his topics of conversation would suggest he's a drug addicted time-traveler, but I would have him no other way. For our bi-yearly reunion, we met at our favorite spot, Liberty Market in Gilbert Arizona. The coffee is supreme and the customers are conservative; just the kind of setting Ryan and I like to inhabit-- we're obvious outsiders. Ryan continues his rant on L.A "It's all a about superficial presentation and everyone acts like someone, which is a pile of vomit". It wasn't what Ryan was saying during our visit last week, but how he was saying it-- a whirlwind of waving arms and cig-smoke. Dramatic.
Alas, I've discovered another cavity of productivity. Though direction is still to be decided, I'm thinking this blog will be a personal page of rants, raves and an online scattering of my stories. For those who don't know me, I'm a fashion journalist. I write for the New York Times, Newsweek/The Daily Beast and the Financial Times. In addition, I'm a contributing editor at the New York Observer's SCENE Magazine. If you're not one for words and prefer pixels, check out my Tumblr page. Also, I'm on Twitter.