Thursday, February 21, 2008

GUEST BLOBBER Vol. 1 No. 3: R


The Anti-Anna


French Vogue editor Carine Roitfeld is full of respect for the powerful fashion editors on the other side of the Atlantic. “They are very, how you say, slick,” she says. But all that money and success are so . . . American.

When Carine Roitfeld, the editor of French Vogue, styles a fashion shoot, she does not start with the clothes. She looks first at the model and comes up with a story: Perhaps this girl has married young and taken a lover. Perhaps she married young, has taken three lovers, and is about to go to Brazil. Perhaps she lives in London and is bored to death with mad cow disease and wants desperately to eat a great, juicy piece of steak. “I do a movie in my mind,” she says. “Who is this girl?”

Left to right, Roitfeld and Karl Lagerfeld attend Chanel’s cruise 2007 runway show at Santa Monica Airport; Roitfeld attends the showing of Calvin Klein’s fall collection in New York City in 2006; Tom Ford and Roitfeld at the Costume Institute gala in New York City.
(Photo: (L to R) WWD/CondeNast/Corbis; Robert Pitts /Landov; WWD/CondeNast/Corbis)


One cold, bright December morning, her own story is this: She is a fiftyish woman having a double espresso in the lobby of the Carlyle on Madison Avenue. “For me, it is best to be the youngest in hotel,” she explains, “and I was not having this feeling at the Mercer.” She has come to New York for her son Vladimir’s 23rd birthday, which she celebrated the night before with dinner at Indochine. “It makes me happy because there is vewy gweat lighting,” she says about the restaurant. “Vewy flatter.” (Roitfeld has reached a compromise with the hard American r by converting them all to ws.)

She was especially pleased with the lighting because of a disfiguring recent visit to the dermatologist. “I am monster,” she explains, gesturing at an infinitesimal dot on her nose.

Roitfeld has slid out of a fluffy paneled Tom Ford fur cape, and it is gathered at her waist, her impossibly skinny body sticking out of each side. Her eyebrows are thick and dark, her hair is surprisingly blonde—“I follow an advice of Tom Ford: When you get older, you have to get blonder. It is my surfer look.”

Read the full article here:
http://nymag.com/fashion/08/spring/44215/


Thanks for the heads up, R!



ps. upon further reflection, this is not the most flattering article. but i still ♥ her. she's uber unapologetic.

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