Now that's what you call management,
Submitted by Wayne on Wed, 2014-09-24 19:38.
Submitted by Wayne on Tue, 2014-09-23 01:45.
Submitted by Wayne on Fri, 2014-09-19 15:22.
Submitted by Wayne on Fri, 2014-09-19 03:26.
At Haru while having lunch with the nicest model manager you could imagine, the following happened. As usual, the talk had turned to agency gossip. Not malicious, or particularly competitive but just...idle. " Yeah and Gemma Ward's been looking particularly happy these days". he said in a fairly loud voice, "Cause as we all know she's not always the happiest camper" I sat facing the door, so I could see, literally as he spoke the approaching figure of...Gemma Ward, in these little denim hot pants and a totally non-descript tank top with that model staple, an army coat thrown over it. She looked great, tall and slimmer than the last time we glimpsed her with long tousled blonde hair, looking very much like a beautiful teenaged tourist. She was with her IMG agent. I completely blanched and my lunch companion followed my eyeline to its conclusion. At that point we burst out laughing.If this were a scene in a movie, the audience would go..."Yeah Right!" Poor Gemma probably felt over scrutinized at this point and whether under the weight of our gaze or by pure chance, Maja and Gemma soon elected to take an outside table. I waved hello as they went by and left it at that.
Submitted by Wayne on Wed, 2014-09-17 23:58.
Submitted by Wayne on Tue, 2014-09-16 00:57.
Fashion people don't say what they really think. For the public record that is. The publicists have done their job too well and point-of-view finds itself usurped by a kind of blind and random coverage marked by an insincere gloss of words that can finally be translated to mean…"I'm so happy to be here…Cut to my #InstaFab". So what I find interesting is the private conversations the dedicated followers of fashion invest in and I mean not just the shop-o-holics but the crafters of image in the blue chip creative studios. Among the photography, design (yes designers watch each other obsessively) and editorial cliques, the designer they talk compulsively about these days, in the way a prior cycle was given to monomaniacal chatter about 00's Prada, (or Ghesquiere's early days at Balenciaga, ) is the J.W Anderson out of London.
Submitted by Wayne on Tue, 2014-09-09 16:44.