And all the Brit-based label wants in return is for you to check out the autumn/winter 2012 collection at Ted’s Grand House, the new ’20s-London-style trilevel mecca of impeccably cut shirts and chunky knitwear they opened yesterday on Fifth Avenue.
They’ll have an Instagram photo booth, prizes and Ted’s butlers serving you high tea. If you want to follow them on Facebook and Twitter, too: that’d be aces. It’s how you’ll keep abreast of any other vital afternoon-tea-and-shirting developments.
Fit to Be Tied: Speaking of the Oscars, a few attendees, including Scientology's unofficial co-pilot Ms. John Travolta, can't manage a bow on their own. For shame. [Manolo for Men]
Sparkle, Sparkle: Dear Diablo Cody, remember that those snarky, insipid style critics have a job to do and tearing you apart is just part of it. It's nothing personal. As far as we're concerned, you'll always be the second or third hottest former stripper to win for best script. [Beauty Fashion Life]
Hand Me Down: Adrian Grenier says vintage style is good for Mother Earth. Damned hippie. [Hoopla]
Watch out for Klingons: Ted Baker goes zoom! zap! bleep! bleep! in your underwear. [Retro to Go]
The White Pages: Social injustice, the class system and America's yawning racial divide arrived bundled with P.C. Richards circulars this Sunday. [PSFK]