Last Friday, New York Magazine attended a screening of Valentino: The Last Emperor at City Cinemas and stuck around afterwards for a fabulous Q&A session with Vogue's André Leon Talley and the fashion doc's director, Matt Tyrnauer. The two men discussed everything from Valentino special valet who exclusively tends to his pugs poo to the influence male models have over Valentino and Giammetti.
Audience Question: How was it doing this as your first film?
Matt Tyrnauer: "When Bruce Weber [the photographer] heard I was doing a film, he said, “Oh, you’ve never done a film before. I’ll take you out to lunch and we can talk about it.” He said, “Hire male models to work for you. It doesn’t matter if they know how to do anything; you’ll get double the time with Valentino and Giancarlo. And let me tell you, no better advice has been dispensed. We did hire male models, and eventually the job they ended up doing was putting the mikes on Valentino and Giancarlo before we’d start filming each day. You know, it has to go under the clothes. Well, they loved that. They’d say, “Is it time to get our mikes on yet?”
And you thought Karl Lagerfeld was the only one with an affinity for beautiful male friends.
“When I ask about his plans for after he gets out of prison, all he wants to talk about is fashion, firing questions at me: "Who does Dior now?" "Who designs Paul Smith?" "Remember Louis Vuitton? Like, a few seasons ago, he did a SpongeBob theme? You know Louis Vuitton started off making trunks, right? In the 1800s?" "Balenciaga, who does it for women's?" He pauses to learn how to correctly pronounce Nicolás Ghesquière's name. "You know that Yves Saint Laurent died, right? At 71 years old. He's the first person, the first designer, to have black people model his clothing." A burly Department of Corrections captain is supervising our visit, and I've been imagining his disdain as he listens to this conversation. Now he interrupts. "He could be good working for a fashion publicist," he says. "That's something I can see you at, right there."
”-- Kevahn Thorpe, 17-year-old habitual shoplifter, having a breakdown. From New York Magazine.
Kate Moss is not, I repeat, is not pregnant with boo Jamie Hince's baby. Or so she says in the new issue of New York Magazine:
"I am a woman now. It's true. Honestly, I've never worn a bra in my life. Ever! It's so awful, even my friends are phoning me up and saying, 'Are you pregnant?' And I'm like, 'No! I just put on a couple of pounds and they went in the right place.' Isn't that weird? Now I can fill a B-cup." She added: "My boyfriend might not like them. I'm a bit worried."
And then there is this: the supermodel supposedly acted a fool on a recent Roberto Cavalli shoot -- ignoring her fellow models and, get this, chugging beer after beer after beer while she sat to get her makeup applied.
So, no. Lila Grace will not have a sibling anytime soon. And if her mom does in fact pop out a baby in '09, you and I both will be the last people on earth to know about it. The end.
"I've got a clear idea of what I want for lingerie. I've just started wearing bras. It's a miracle. Not today, but I have been. Great timing for my lingerie collection. I've just grown breasts. I am a woman now! It's true. No, honestly, I've never worn a bra in my life. Ever! It's so awful, even my friends are phoning me up and saying "Are you pregnant?" And I'm like, "No! I just put on a couple of pounds, and they went in the right place." Isn't that weird? And how perfect for lingerie. Now I can fill a B-cup. My friend does say I've got horseshoes up my ass. I'm like, What does that mean? It means I'm lucky-I've got a horseshoe up my ass."
-- Kate Moss on her upcoming lingeri line with Toppshop. From New York Magazine.
““I don’t know,” she goes on. “Maybe I shouldn’t get hypnotized. I feel like it might be like The Wizard of Oz, where they get courage and a heart. He’s going to give me the ability not to smoke. But what if I don’t want it? What if I’m like, ‘Take it back!’ ” Deyn grabs her jacket. “Let’s leave, eh? I want to smoke.”
”-- Agyness Deyn lamenting on her smoking habit. From New York Magazine.
