Izzy recently saw The Devil Wears Prada, which he thoroughly enjoyed. Though not mentioned by name, Valentino makes a surprise appearance in the film. Izzy was happy to see the sun-kissed couturier looking like a human being, and not an Oompa-Loopma as in times past.
Incidentally, for those of you who have ever wondered about such things, that strip of fabric with a buttonhole that extends from Valentino’s left lapel is called a throat-latch.
One of Izzy’s favorite sections in his daily newspaper is the obiturariesâ€”as the saying goes, they’re the only news that stays news. While recently reading about the life of Gerard Oury, the director of some of France’s favorite comedy films, Izzy learned that after receiving a string of death threats, Oury
responded by carrying a pistol concealed in a Louis Vuitton bag.
Only a Frenchman could have made a Louis Vuitton bag trÃ¨s masculin.
Slate magazine is featuring a fascinating article about the advent of street-fashion blogs, which publish photos of stylishly attired passers-by. Izzy wholeheartedly agrees with the author that
The best of these sites capture the joys of people-watching and offer an experience that’s more like lounging on a park bench than flipping through a fashion magazine. For one thing, the blogs aren’t label-conscious: Few identify the brands worn, and not one mentions the prices paid. Their subjects also tend to be dressed casually, with few business suits or cocktail outfits in sight. Even better, many of the subjects are actually smilingâ€”quite a faux pas in the fashion world, which still demands the scornful, stricken look that traces back to Lord Byron.
Make sure to read the whole thing.
Having been travelling a lot lately, Izzy has been frustrated that only a diminutive compact umbrella can fit in his luggage. (As much as he would like to, he alas doesn’t travel with steamer trunks.) Accordingly, he was very pleased to discover this ingenious travel umbrella from Brigg, the venerable purveyors of umbrellas to British royalty.
There’s a fortune waiting to made for someone who can cheaply
knock off manufacture this sort of design.
Chastened by having witnessed the devastation caused by Hurricane Katrina, Mr. T has decided to shed his signature gold chains (and plate and spoon). It’s a sad day for lovers of outrageous bling, but his back and neck will thank him for it.
Men’s fashion maven G. Bruce Boyer advises that any man aiming for elegance should choose his own sartorial trademark. For Boyer, it is wearing only suede shoes. Izzy was reminded of his bold individual style upon finding these svelte suede shoes from Givenchy, which fall somewhere between business and casual.
According to Mongolian lore, its folk wrestlers dress like this is to ensure that each contestant is male. But Izzy supposes that they may simply be making up for not having any cheerleaders.
Giorgio Armani has thrown down the taupe gauntlet by attacking Savile Row, which he intends to challenge with a new couture line for men called Fatto A Mano Su Misura (hand-made to measure). According to the Times of London, the fan of baggy jeans (seen above in children’s playclothes) mocked the Row as “a bad English comedy,” stuck in the past, and run by men of “limited mentality.”
He further declared, “Men need couture just as women doâ€”something made exclusively for them to define their social position.” If you believe that, please go ahead and order one of his couture suits, which begin at 5,000 pounds.
Bullock & Jones, the San Francisco haberdasher with a history extending back to 1853, has long been known for skillfully combining classic style with contemporary fashion. Izzy would not have thought it was possible to bring life to the tired look of jeans, but this unusual pair from them would appear to prove otherwise.
“Baywatch” star David Hasselhoff was barred from Wimbledon because he was “steaming drunk,” reports The London Sun. He had a series of clashes with security staff, who would not let him in because he didn’t have a ticket. Hasselhoff, 53, who’s had a long battle with booze, had his arm in a brace and yelled: “You should let me in. Do you know who I am? I’m the Hoff!”
Even more alarming than the story itself is the accompanying photo of the makeup-less Hoff.
All of those days filming in the beach sun have clearly taken their toll.