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This week, BurdaStyle gets serious.


London should be nervous. Milan, too, for that matter. One city or the other is likely to topple as a fashion capital in the next decade or so, London because the new talent keeps leaving, Milan because they can’t seem to find any new talent at all. The fashion week that will emerge in place of one or the other, or possibly both, is Sao Paulo’s. Latin America is desperately seeking a style hub,

Thursday Fashion


This week, BurdaStyle gets serious.


In a season of grown-up clothes, it’s only fitting that several young designers would do some growing up, too. Fall 2007 vaulted no newcomers to celebrity status?there were no Zac Posens or Proenza Schoulers or Thakoons out dazzling the crowd, but this season was adamantly not about dazzle. Instead, several winning young designers set about soberly finding themselves, translating the individual idioms of their respective styles into collections that were focused and mature.

Wednesday Beauty


This week, BurdaStyle gets serious.


Whereas the clothes for Fall were a polyglot bunch, runway beauty you could whittle down to two major themes: Maximal and minimal. In keeping with the show’s homage to the 1940s, Pat McGrath at Gucci gave the models a polished look: Porcelain face, immaculate brow, a wide almond eye with a feline stroke of liner across the top and, most prominent, a scarlet lip. The red lip was a highlight at Proenza, too?though makeup artist Gucci Westman’s interpretation was a glossy maraschino cherry, created for the show and available for a limited time through Lancome. Westman alternated the red lipstick with another that matched the models’ nearly naked eyes and face, and Tom Pecheux at Derek Lam echoed the nude theme, adding only a bit more smoke along the lids.

Tuesday Icon

This week, BurdaStyle gets serious. ICON HEADY LAMARR

Choosing this week’s icon wasn’t easy. Along with their panoply of runway looks, designers named a multitude of inspirations: Daryl Kerrigan reverenced Klute, “Little Edie” Bouvier Beale was the guiding spirit behind Philip Lim’s show, Behnaz Serafpour name-checked Vanessa Redgrave, in Camelot. Relative newbies Jason Wu, Bruno Pieters and Jose Ramon Reyes cited Jane Birkin, Tina Chow and heretofore unacknowledged fashion icon Elle Macpherson, respectively; new Anne Klein designer Isabel Toledo cited, well, Anne Klein. And I haven’t even the scratched the surface of influence.

After the Flood


My little brother came to visit last week. “Little,” because even though he’s got six inches and easily 50 lbs. on me, he’s also eight years younger. Our age gap includes a generation gap: I’m last gasp Gen X, my brother squarely Gen Y, and though you’d think having the same parents would erase some of the differences, well, it does and it doesn’t.

Home Collection: Table Set


In Germany we say that the eye always eats along. Meaning, your food should look as delicious as it tastes. We believe that the secret of a successful dinner invitation lies in your stylish table accessories. And that’s where we come in: We teach you how to sew pretty cool napkins, place mats, and a table cloth, so you can host fashionable dinner parties.

Check out our new table set How To!

Friday Playlist

This week, BurdaStyle celebrates Parisian perversity. PLAYLIST CHARLOTTE GAINSBOURG

Her mother starred in an orgy in Blow Up. Her father was famously lewd. Together, Jane Birkin and Serge Gainsbourg memorably recorded an orgasm for “Je T’aime…Moi Non Plus” and debuted their daughter on the song “Lemon Incest.” If she were born and raised in America, Charlotte Gainsbourg would have been in and out of rehab and a few marriages by now, with maybe a tawdry tell-all, a stint on a reality show and, let’s say, a handbag line to her name.

Thursday Fashion

This week, BurdaStyle celebrates Parisian perversity. FASHION THE NEW GARDE

Paris is home to so many of the world’s most resourceful brands and best designers that it seems churlish to demand more. Yet people do ask for more, and constantly, and they ask because in Paris, there is always more. The city is a magnet for minds of invention, ones that dream of better-yet jeans, or baubles luminous and strange, or couture like an orgy of organza and feathers. Many of the brightest minds become famous, justly so; some of them are famous by the time they arrive, and then become legendary. The really famous ones are too big to be Parisian; they and their designs are citizens of the world. But there are designers who belong to Paris, still. Here are a few.

Wednesday Beauty

This week, BurdaStyle celebrates Parisian perversity. BEAUTY UN POISON VIOLENT, C’EST CA L’AMOUR

The first perfume I ever purchased for myself was L’Air du Temps, by Nina Ricci. I was thirteen; I liked the winged, froufy bottle and the notes of musk and gardenia redolent of my grandparents. I bought it with Bat Mitzvah money. My mother, who hates perfume, smelled it once and tossed it out, along with the Jane’s Addiction CD that had been my other indulgence at the mall that day.

Tuesday Icon

This week, BurdaStyle celebrates Parisian perversity.


The summer before my junior year of college, I moved to New York City with my then-ex-boyfriend. I had come to the city to be a lousy waitress and for an internship that never actually panned out; among the other things that didn’t pan out that summer were our break-up, and then eventually our relationship. He was taking classes at NYU, which gave him access to NYU housing, but in an act of what I now recognize as generosity, maybe even love, he threw his lot in with me and together we sublet the world’s tiniest studio in Alphabet City. It was a sixth floor walk-up; coming home one night, I saw someone shoot up for the first time, right there on our stoop. I loved it. My then-ex hated it. Further details: I vaguely recall a schedule of days when he got the bed, and I got the sofa, and vice versabut soon his plan worked and I relented and we were a couple again, sharing the twin mattress.

French Disconnection

This week, BurdaStyle celebrates Parisian perversity.

Jean Luc Godard once said that all you need to make a movie is a girl and a gun. Not true: You need a camera. Anyway, I’ve been thinking about Godard’s bon mot as I’ve been thinking about Paris, and about fashion, and I’ve decided that the girl + gun equation is really primary when it comes to understanding the City of Lights.

Saturday Trend

This week, Burdastyle lives la maschile vita.

Man O Man

Marc Jacobs is a superstar not because he makes beautiful clothes many designers do that but because of his remarkable ability to put a finger on the pulse of a budding look. There was a certain sobriety to the clothes he showed for Fall 2007, different from the well-nigh apocalyptic aesthetic of his previous fall collection, but discernible in the way the proportions and accessories hearkened back to such previously gloomy eras as the Depression ‘30s and the stagflation ‘70s.

Friday Playlist

This week, Burdastyle lives la maschile vita.


; Food and fashion may be Italy’s most successful exports, but the two truest Italian passions are soccer and scandal. For futbol the natives are genuinely mad, crazy for the national team that won last year’s World Cup with a head-butt, and crazier yet for their local league teams. Two of the most famous of these are Milan’s long-dueling Inter and A.C. squads, and no trip to the city is really complete until you’ve watched one team or the other play San Siro stadium. Seeing them play each other is a dangerous game, however: Italy has had an uptick of English-style soccer hooliganism, with the rioting at one recent match resulting in the death of a cop trying to break up the crowd. Scandal! And doppe scandal now that the Italian Cabinet has voted to make many teams Milan’s included play behind closed doors until their stadiums are up to security snuff. If the Italians seems a little down this fashion season, now you know why.

Thrusday Designers: The Renaissance?


Italy has a fashion problem. Though Milan is home to some of the world’s most enduring brands Prada, Armani, Versace and Valentino, to name but a few the city has birthed no breakthrough designers since Dolce & Gabbana teamed up and Consuelo Castiglioni came to Marni. And the last real creative jolt to hit Italy was imported: In many ways, Milan is still figuring out how to get out of the Tom Ford era of blockbuster fashion.

Wednesday Beauty: The Kindest Cut



What with the glut of beauty products catering to women, it seems ungenerous to horn in on the few good things made for men. But, you know, whatever. Any girl who’s had a boyfriend snake her lip balm, or condition his hair with her Terax Crema, or sheepishly borrow concealer, well, that girl knows that in a relationship, vanity is share and share alike.


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