With nearly 300 runway shows and presentations taking place next week, not every designer on the New York Fashion Week schedule gets a spot at Lincoln Center, or even Milk Studios.
Nor do some of them want one. Alterna venues reign amongst the cool kids—Proenza Schouler, Band of Outsiders and Rag & Bone, to name a few—and the stalwarts (Oscar de Renta, Donna Karan and Ralph Lauren always show off-site).
Under-the-radar spaces are also the best bet for emerging designers who many not be able to afford the high costs of the Tents. (Milk Studios is better for young designers, but spots are limited.) Here are a few off-the-map venues generating heat this season:
Today is Bastille Day! So whip out your baguette and brie sandwich and brush up on your French.
If there was ever a fashionable national holiday, Bastille Day is it. French culture has become so iconic and romanticized, that’s it hard not to spend every July 14 wistfully pretending to take a nonchalant stroll along the Seine. To make your celebrations a little more French, we’ve rounded up 14 great items that’ll turn any party into a real fête.
Check out the goodies we selected for an awesome Bastille Day celebration.
PARIS–I’ll be honest with you, I was just happy to be inside. Not because of the cold (and Paris WAS cold this week), and not because of the free vodka, supplied by our hosts the Burkman Bros., Billy Reid, and their rep, Megan Maguire Steele, (along with GrandLifeNYC), as well as Florsheim by Duckie Brown, but because I’d never been to Le Baron before, and, like many of us who exist inside and outside of fashion’s peripheries, I’d heard stories. (I’d written one, as well, which made me doubly excited.)
Since 2004, Le Baron has been the unofficial party destination for all that is fabulous during Fashion season (which, for some in Paris, as well as New York, is really all year long). ack during Bush’s first term, graffiti artist (he was a legend in Paris, with his Mr. Baron tag) and impresario André Saraiva took an abandoned brothel, partnered with its jailed owner, and made a nightclub for himself and his friends. It was a smash and reinvigorated Paris nightlife. Since then, he’s gone on to open several hotels and more clubs—like The Beatrice, in New York (RIP)—restaurants, and has teamed up with everyone from Louis Vuitton to Belvedere to The Rolling Stones.
But the sexy—fine, slutty—sweaty, druggy paradise that is Le Baron remains the soul of operation André, and even if he wasn’t there, his spirit of revelry matched those of us on the dance floor and in the booths, as people shook off the exhausting week that was men’s fashion.
Last week, André Saraiva’s “Drawings” opened at Colette. The group of naive ink and pencil illustrations–a cross between Fritz the Cat and Yellow Submarine–comprise his first solo show ever. André initially made a name for himself vandalizing French streets with graffiti; he later went on to open party dens Le Baron in Paris and Tokyo, Read more →