“What happens in Mykonos stays in Mykonos,” he says. “Hashtag, secrets.”—Olivier Rousteing, the creative director of the French house Balmain, is the new Mykonos archetype: Age 28 and gay, he looks like Tony Curtis in Spartacus, and he speaks as if addressing his Instagram followers.
“Fashion is only for pleasure. My attitude toward it is not like the Vreelands’ and the Donovans,’ who feel that everyone should have an orgasm over a dress. A great dress is like a great meal. You eat it and it comes out the other end.”—
That’s just one eminently quotable guy, John Fairchild, talking to another, John Duka, for a piece about Charles James that appeared a month after the designer died in 1978. Yes, my little obsession with Duka continues - fun fact: he worked for Fairchild Publications at one point, at Home Furnishings Daily.
Duka was one of the many fashion people who stopped by James’ squalid apartment at the Chelsea Hotel in the designer’s later year. James is credited with a number of innovations in fashion - he is subject of an exhibit at the Met’s Costume Institute - and when he died, penniless, everyone gushed about his forgotten genius, much like now. Fairchild viewed him as an eccentric: “James had almost no impact on fashion.” James death’ did end up getting the publisher’s attention, just a few dignified paragraphs in Women’s Wear Daily. The obituary appeared on page 22.
“I learned many things. That, in New York, no matter what anyone says, it is permissible to smoke between every course. That it is perfectly acceptable for women to apply lipstick between the second course and salad, the first course and second, or at any time that they feel their color is sagging. And that one should never talk sincerely about what one sincerely feels about his life. That is common. It is preferable to talk about sincere things insincerely because that is entertaining. And it is best to tell fabulous stories because that is an art, and therefore, the most sincere thing of all.”—John Duka at his first big-time dinner party. Vogue, November 1983.
“They were a great pair, Leno and Letterman; they looked good at the desk together, one square and the other vertical, their attractive physical oddities somehow compatible: ol’ lantern jaw and ol’ string bean, as right for the mid-eighties as Burt Lancaster and Kirk Douglas had been for the fifties.”—
Peter W. Kaplan in M magazine, November, 1992.
Well?? What are you doing not stopping everything you’re doing to read this.
“The first hip-hop I heard was Fear of a Black Planet, by Public Enemy, on an old music cassette. I remember just listening to it and feeling my brain kind of explode, like Chuck D.’s voice rearranged my brain….I was looking at it from the outside, so everything became symbols. I remember trying to figure out why Flavor Flav had all those clocks. Is it a political thing? Is he trying to say there are different times in different time zones? I had all these theories as to why he had these huge clocks. Maybe he’s trying to deconstruct the Western idea of time?”—Was Flavor Flav trying to deconstruct the Western idea of time??? Swedish man tries to make sense of Flavor Flav. THE NEW M, now in select bookstores across the country. I sincerely pray that your bookstore has been selected.