Sunday - Beirut at Bowery was phenomenal!!! I heart Zach Condon! See Productshop and Brooklynvegan for photos and reviews.
Monday - fashion loses one of its finest ever. Isabella Blow dies at 48. Read tributes from NYT's Cathy Horyn, UK Telegraph's Hilary Alexander and a brief blurb from the Telegraph's new columnist, Jefferson Hack.
I didn't find it necessary to post about the Costume Institute's Paul Poiret gala because everyone either looked bland or blah. The only one who tried to be different was Kirsten (pictured above), and MJ blew it big time - BIG TIME. And to think she looked cute-as-a-button when I spotted her at Beatrice Inn Saturday night. See pics at Style.com.
I didn't bother to go to the Glasslands to see the free Yeah Yeah Yeahs show because I predicted it would be a mess, but shit, did I underestimate the level of messiness! See Stereogum.
Tuesday - Kate Moss kicked off the US debut of her line for TopShop with a hoedown at Barneys.
Wednesday - Barneys released the KM line to the common people with a fair amount of fanfare. NYT
I haven't stopped by Barneys yet because like a loser - I HAVE A FULL-TIME JOB, but will pop by either the Soho or Chelsea Coops this weekend to check out the wreckage. Maybe I'll find myself a leftover tanktop with deodorant or foundation stains smeared all over it. Yay.
Arcade Fire kicked off the David Bowie-curated High Line Festival at Radio City Music Hall. I've never mentioned it before, but I HATE Arcade Fire. They remind me of those annoying fucking Drama Club kids in high school who tried to dress cool and funky but failed miserably and tried to be really subversive but just ended up being really fucking annoying... Yeah, that's how I feel about Win Butler and co. I love this part from Gothamist's write-up of the show and the "problems" with Radio City's security (who sound like they were just doing their job): "It all started late in the show when Arcade Fire's Win Butler urged the audience to come up to the stage. 'Jesus Fucking Christ,' he said. 'Come up here. What can they do to you?'" Beat their asses, apparently.
Look Win, you are not "Jesus Fucking Christ" and you are not Morrissey. Don't try to emulate Morrissey's notoriously rabid fans rushing the stage by begging your fans to do the same. Remember, Moz's fans do view him practically as Jebus, and he doesn't have to FORCE them to storm the stage. They do so willingly. You see, Morrissey is actually cool and "god-like", and you, Win, are just a poseur!
Ahhh, and to think, it's only Thursday...







