It's over. Fashion designers don't understand that, or maybe they don't want to. Long evening dresses with pearl and sequins — for who, for where, for what? I dare say I prefer Zara, H&M and Banana Republic. That's serving women and it's cheap.
I’m thinking satin, I’m thinking slashed to the crotch, I’m thinking. . . who the f*ck ordered these danish pastries? You know I don’t do carbs on non-leap years. Fire them! Fire them all!
It takes a certain kind of lesbian to wear high-waisted jeans. No, I'm serious — all the girls I see wearing them turn out to be gay!
At some point Bill said to me, "You've got to go to Paris. Every kid your age who wants to do something in fashion has to go to Paris." So I went to live in Paris for nine months, and I would run into Bill at the shows. He would help me sneak into shows by giving me his invitations. Once, as I was leaving a show, I felt something in my pocket. It was a $50 bill. He had slipped it into my pocket.
— Stephen Gan, now creative director at Harper's Bazaar and editor of V, on meeting Bill Cunningham when he was first starting outMaybe the next trend is stay the same. Yves Saint Laurent did essentially the same collection for eight seasons in a row. I like that idea. I think, on some level, we could all use a break.
Nice to see you, you look 20 years younger. Are you still b*tchy? The b*tchiest b*tch of them all? The b*tchiest b*tch of all the b*tches?
— A "longtime fashion photographer" to a male editor, who replied, "I am."Under him, the company invested cannily in young designers, including Nicolas Ghesquière at Balenciaga, Stella McCartney and Alexander McQueen. Though Ford insists he takes "absolutely no credit" for the success those three have had since, Ghesquière nearly welled up when I asked about Ford and said the designer "taught me everything".
As the dramas unfold with each news bulletin, the international fashion season is looking like a metaphor for the state of the world: models on super-high heels tumbling in tandem with the markets; perforated materials to signal holes in the economy; some designers carrying on blithely as if nothing is happening; others trying to build a new geometry in aging edifices.
I asked Arlenis if she ate anything that day and she said she already had a breakfast of yogurt, granola and fruit. And a lunch of a salad and a kiwi. She assured me this was totally true. Then I asked if she had dressing on that salad. 'I don't like dressing,' she said. I gave her a look. 'Because I can't be fat. I do like it. But I don't want any.'
My private life is my private life. I have to keep something private. You guys know everything else.


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