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Ieva Laguna is Underdressed


Gray on Gray: The tank top wins again. [Fashion Gone Rogue]

Eisenhower Era: An in-depth profile of Brooks Brothers circa 1950, regurgitated through the timeless magic of the blogosphere. [Ivy Style]

Dad Rock Rides Again: The National’s Matt Berninger checks in on the state of churning white-collar angst. [A.V. Club]

Karl Will Be Karl: Karl Lagerfeld delivers a glamorously unhinged video for Chanel. Shine on, you crazy mogul. [UnBeige]

Natalia Vodianova has Legs for Miles


Jumping on Tables: Also, she seems to be defying gravity. [Fashion Gone Rogue]

So You’ve Totalled Your Bugatti…: A rundown of the ten most expensive car wrecks of all time, wreck by excruciating wreck. Not for the faint of heart. [Luxist]

Want: Some day, we will make coffee with this machine, living in a house made entirely from glass and reclaimed wood. Possibly in Oregon. [Inhabitat]

Lagercola: Karl Lagerfeld gets his own Coca Cola bottle. Andy Warhol would be proud. [Slamxhype]

Claudia, Klonopin, and Hov’s Dream Deferred


Indomitable: These Dom Perignon ads make us forgive Karl Lagerfeld for basically everything. [NotCot]

The Blueprint: Jay-Z’s hotelier ambitions are quashed by the economic downturn. We’re hoping this means the next album gets a Robert Rubin diss track. [Luxist]

Type Slowly: Is the fashion industry moving in slower cycles? Maybe it’s just the klonopin. [PSFK]

Out in the Streets: Counting down the 21 best-looking people in New York. [Racked]

Sign of the Times


Usually people are a bit cannier about Marie Antionette comparisons—especially when the peasants are as restless as they are now—but Karl Lagerfeld has never been one to restrain himself.

Based on the story that the classic champagne coupe was modeled off Marie Antionette’s breast, good old Karl has brought the coupe into the modern day with another impeccable glass, only this time it's modeled off of Claudia Schiffer’s bosom and suspended by three bottles of Dom Perignon. If you needed somewhere to point your pitchforks…

Sasha Grey, Orange Pocket Squares and Moose Hunting


The Talented Ms. Grey: Vice Magazine favorite Sasha Grey is making the leap up to legitimate film with a movie about a call girl. Apparently going from real porn star to fictional prostitute is a big step up. [Variety]

A Touch of Orange: A master class in restrained use of color. The gist is, never underestimate the pocket square. [A Suitable Wardrobe]

Cinema du Karl: Everyone’s favorite teddy bear Karl Lagerfeld is getting into the movie business with a silent film. We hear those are all the rage these days. [WWD]

The Hunt is On: Moose-hunting with Wasilla’s finest. [Josh Spear]

Live for Eva

  • Jared Paul Stern


We say one can never get enough of Czech supermodel and card-carrying Kemptress Eva Herzigova, so we welcome the latest installment in Karl Lagerfeld's episodic ad campaign for Dom Pérignon's 1996 Rosé Vintage champagne.

Especially as it requires Eva to lounge around in a luxury hotel room in her lingerie, getting soused on pink bubbly. In the Kaiser's scenario, she check's into the hotel and finds a handsome fellow rooming down the hall who apparently shares her obsession with Dom. A few establishing shots later, they're getting it on but manage to never spill a drop. Trust us, that isn't how it happened in real life.

Vodianova, Lagerfeld, and Europe’s Richest Man


French Love: The lovely Natalia Vodianova is trying her hand as a lingerie designer with an “unnamed French brand.” Here’s hoping she signs on for the ads. [SassyBella]

Lagerphobia: Apparently even Karl Lagerfeld is tired of Karl Lagerfeld. [Canadian Press]

Pack it in: The anatomy of a canvas pack. [A Continuous Lean]

Crash Course: Europe’s (former) richest man lost $28 billion over the past four months. Apparently he still has his health, as well as $17 billion. [Luxist]

Black Magic

  • Jared Paul Stern


In the rush to give one's champagne brand a boost in an increasingly-crowded marketplace, some firms go too far; take this womb-like contraption for chilling an otherwise blameless bottle of Veuve Clicquot, or Karl Lagerfeld's Pepto Bismol pink Dom Pérignon carrier.

Contrast those with this elegantly understated Coffret case for Laurent-Perrier's multi-vintage *prestige cuvée* Grand Siècle: a cleverly-constructed black case containing a magnum of the good stuff and six hand-blown Baccarat crystal champagne flutes in separate compartments.

No doubt some will complain that it doesn't look expensive or flashy enough, and to them we say good night and good luck.



It is an established rule that the farther Karl Lagerfeld ventures outside the stabilizing influence of Paris, the more troubled and chaotic he becomes. Driven mad by weight loss, he’s capable of anything, so when we heard he was headed to Dubai—which seems to occupy its own sphere of madness—we got very, very worried.

Apparently Big K has been contracted to build 80 homes on Dubai’s *Isla Moda*, a fashion-specific outcropping of The World, a man-made island. Each house will likely be decked out in Chanel-ery, fitting with Dubai’s ultra-luxe tendencies, but we can’t help but wonder why Karl got the nod.

Look deep into his eyes. Do you really want to buy a house from this man?

Lagerbear’s statement, after the jump»

We Give Up


He’s had incarnations as a DJ, scenester, and teddy bear, but Mr. Lagerfeld has finally managed to render us speechless. We will refrain from translating the text, except to say that the ad touts the necessity of neon-yellow vests. And we don’t understand it any more than you do.

Karl Lagerfeld has been comfortably dwelling in self-parody for some time now, but even this seems excessive. We can only assume this is part of the sentence for the French equivalent of a DUI…either that or the man has finally taken leave of his rocker.

With Lagerfeld, it’s impossible to tell.

Kempt Man of the Hour: Hamish Bowles

  • Jared Paul Stern


*Photographed by our fearless lensman, Patrick McMullan.*

Gentlemen: After seven months of MOTHs, we're pleased to announce that one of our fellows has finally scored the first hat trick in this hotly-contested sartorial series.

Author, editor and World's Best Dressed Man contender Hamish Bowles has beat out 48 other natty candidates to be the first to put a third MOTH on his mantel. You other two-time MOTH whizzes—Alan Cumming, André Benjamin, Cameron Silver, Daniel Day-Lewis, Jonathan Rhys Meyers and Michael Stipe—not to mention the rest have got some serious catching up to do, and we'll brook no slovenliness this summer no matter how high the mercury rises, is that understood?

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