What is this spell that Juergen Teller puts women under ? Zimmerman PH Juergen Teller :Paradis#5

During New York Fashion Week I didn't notice a Paradis #5 launch party.

Monocle's new candle with Commes des Garcons has TI's full interest

It is by now very obvious that in order to survive magazines have to mutate into something other than what they are now.

Commes to the retail rescue!

TI is frothing at the thought of the ideas to be unleashed at that Black Commes Des Garcons intervention.

Yoshio Kubo Spring/Summer 09

Beige is a challenging color to use, it’s difficult to use well in the right shade and style to get the beauty out of the clothes. Black has a more immediate effect. This show was a real challenge.

Yoshio Kubo on his Spring Collection

Kate Moss Top Shop : all over the No 6 Spring street stop in NYC

CDG/LV Tokyo Image via designboom.com

Judy Blame was a genius of unorthodox styling

"I wanted a lady name because everyone changed their name to one of the same sex, so I thought I'd confuse people. Judy was a nickname given to me by a friend, and Blame just sprang to mind one day. It sounds like a trashy b-movie actress from the 50's - a bleached blonde tart who only made one film and never got anywhere - I like that"
Judy Blame

LA Models Austin: The Epitome Of the LA ideal PS Austin is NOT The Saint

Back in NY TI barely pays attention to the comings and the goings of male models. Betty Sze at the day job has that beat covered, but Thursday night, on the way back from the big Motorola extravanganza, I heard the most telling tale of the strange variations you get on male models. My chaperone for the night (for I am not allowed to roam LA unsupervised) is also an eagle-eyed young model scout specializing in the male market. For obvious reasons, there is a constant influx of beautiful kids into this city . He described the story of driving down this very strip of Sunset when he spotted this face on a young man that was straight out of a Pre-Raphaelite canvas. Car lurches to a stop. He goes up to the Pre-Raphaelite saint stuck in the form of a LA rocker/panhandler. The radiant beauty is huddled on the sidewalk with another friend, so unwashed, their clothes almost seem to slow-drip an oily black substance and you can almost see the flies spinning around their heads like a halo of sorts. They have a small dog. Its ribs are showing.
"Hello," says the scout. "I think you really should model.
" Do you have a buck so my dog could get some food," said The Saint.
"You think HE can be a model?" demands the Saint's grimy companion.
"Yes I do," says the scout. "I don't have a dollar on me right now but funny enough I'm on my way to the pet store so if you stay here I can bring back some food for your dog."

I would kill your cat for this KAWS/Commes des Garcons collaboration wallet!