Saturday, August 7, 2010

It may not Bryant Park but...

Last night I got invited to show some clothes at the Pearl Studios.  I had no idea what to expect but figured nothing bad could come from it, so, what the heck...

I made my way over to the 8th and 35th and didn't see where the address was so I called the number I stored in my phone of the hostess.


"Oh my God, really?" I laughed.  After I looked around me, I spotted the address.  I kind of wandered the building for about 10 minutes, then finally saw a computer to use and pulled up my Facebook messages.  I checked the phone number and saw I accidently put the digits in wrong!  So I called her up and she told me the room it was in, 1212.

I go in and NO ONE was there.  So much for "Meet at 6pm sharp for preparation."  It was all good though...

I laughed, sat down at the table in the middle of the room and called my friend Luis, who was coming too.  "On my way," sweet.

After a little bit models, started coming into the room, and I found out they were actually in the hallway seemingly just not wanting to be the first to go in, I guess.

I picked out which outfits went on which guys.  The guy wearing my Poker shirt was supposed to rock a pair of blue wool Arbitrage pants.  They were unhemmed at like 36" and the model's legs looked like a Shar Pei's.

So when Luis got to the studio, like the future master tailor he is, he hemmed them up... with NO pins and using WHITE thread.  Totally flawless looking, too.

Our stuff went on at about 8:45 PM, I think.  The people liked it, it looked pretty good and everyone was having a great time!

Things were kind of delayed and but I got to see some fun designs, listen to to cool music, watch some sweet dance routines and even got to talk to the crowd a bit :)

Here's a few of my favorites from other designers:

Unfortunately, all the flashes I was firing drained my battery so I didn't get pictures of the last designer's stuff or the last rapper.  The last guy to perform came in from The Bronx with a belt dripping in rhinestones (think punk rock but jewels instead of studs and spikes) with his manager (maybe?) in a suit, Gucci belt buckle and Fendi shades.

I'll be straight up, when he started rapping about driving Lamborghinis and it raining money, I thought back to earlier in my day... On my way back from an appointment, I was walking down Park Ave, saw the Ferrari North America showroom and stopped in to do a little dream-building.

In the back, I saw a group of customers in a glass room that they were giving a presentation to...  I imagined the guy rapping, in that meeting, and started grinning and laughing to myself.  I just couldn't see it.  But you gotta picture it in your mind before you have it, right?? I mean, I'm all over the Spyker C8... only 2 years old for $159,990.  By the time I'm 35, a Spyker will be mine.


  1. I really appreciate you coming to my show and helping out. Your blog is really funny. Please don't think me unprofessional just inexperienced. I am only 17 and this is my first show that I put together alone. I really love your clothes and the pictures came out great.

  2. I am agreeing on the dream building, and on the ferrari, and even on the spyder part, but I might have to differ on the year. try the 1950´s rage. here is a nice little example for you...

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