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Ripe Jewelry E-Store!

I’ve just launched a small group of the most sought after pieces from the Le Femme Fatale collection! As you may know, this collection is sold exclusively to Patricia Fields in New York, but with so many people contacting me from out-of-state and over seas I had to accommodate them! 


Price have been reduced only on the site, and shipping is domestic and international, with safe and secure shipping through Paypal! 

Ripe Jewelry E-Store.


The Yves Saint Laurent/Pierre Bergé Auction

On February 23, 24, and 25th Christie’s will auction off a collection of art and antiques by Mr. Laurent and his companion, Pierre Bergé. The auction features work from Pablo Picasso, Georges Braque, Fernand Léger, and many others, as well as a large group of antique furniture, and home decor. To celebrate this occasion, Hedi Slimane was commissioned by French Vouge, to photograph Laurent and Burge’s home in Paris. 

Below are a few photos of Yves Saint Laurent’s home. 




Notable Quotes from YSL…


“Elegance is a way of moving. It is also knowing how to adapt to all of life’s circumstances. Without elegance of the Heart, there is no elegance.”

“Fashion is a party. To dress is to prepare to play a part.” 

“All creation is just re-creation, a new way of seeing the same things, and expressing them differently, specifying them, privileging one hithero unnoticed corner, or revealing their outlines.” 

“Women who follow fashion too closely run a great risk. That of losing their profound nature, their style, and their natural elegance.” 

“Fashion pass, style is eternal. Fashion is futile, style is not.” 

Links to Christie’s and Hedi Slimane. 


Hedi Slimane.

The H(y)er Collective: The Business of Blogging







Out right now is The H(y)er Collective’s Issue 9, and like every other issue thus far, it features great content that is smart and well written. This feature follows 5 blogs that I myself had never heard of, Michael Williams’ A Continuous Lean, Justin Saunder’s JJJJound, Adam Bryce of Slamxhype, the Jake Davis Blog, and Steven Vogel’s Black Lodges. The authors of these blogs are all men, and with that comes the perspective of men’s fashion, tastes and lifestyles. 

It’s somewhat interesting that blogs have become a world of there own, and now bloggers interview each other, and are changing the way we gather information, creating an online community that is an extension of everyday life. 

Also in the issue, a Year in Review 2008, Velour of Sweden, Colette, and Man’s Best Friend – Albert’s Tailor. 

By way of, We Are The Market

You can check it out here.

Imagine looking at the Sartorialist, Face Hunter, and Look Book Nu, and some of the worlds other top fashion blogs…all at once. This is what Street is about. It’s updated every 30 minutes, with photos from these blogs and many more. Rather than focusing on one website at a time it combines them into one. I think this is a great idea, not only does it save time, but it will expose you to everyday fashion, rather than looks that are contrived. Real people in real clothes. Personally I think this is an important and vital way to document fashion in a way, that is accessible rather than this feeling that fashion and style are unattainable, or only for a certain demographic, which is bullshit! 


Cuba: A Photographic Retrospective

It would seem that with the Ché movie, starring Benicio Del Toro on its way to release, and the coming 50th anniversary of the Cuban revolution, the art world is taking notice of Cuba again.

Like any other prominent photography house, Magnum Photos, features work from around the world, that “interprets people, events, issues and personalities”, which is the real beauty of photography. There library “is a living archive updated daily with new work from across the globe.” And with offices in New York, London, Paris, & Tokyo, Magnum is really worldwide. 

On display as we speak is an exhibit on the Cuban revolution, in London, which hosts the works of older photographs shot before and after the revolution in 1954 & 1959, and up until today. 

Below are a few visuals, for your viewing pleasure. 











Planetary Conjunction.

The month of December this year is an unusual one. The moon will be the closest it’s been to the Earth in more than 15 years, and a planetary conjunction has happened, which is when you can see ‘naked-eye planets’ from Earth. This is also similar to a planetary occultation, where one planet conceals another in the sky. It has happened within the borders of the Sagittarius astrological sign/constellation. The combination of the planets, Venus and Jupiter seen in this rare phenomenon will not occur again until 2012. 

Now for the facts…

Venus is 25 million miles away from Earth, and Jupiter 390 million miles away. The Venus Jupiter combination happens about once a year, but only 23% of these conjunctions are visible to the naked eye.

Below are images from around the world, taken on Dec 1st 2008. 




Manila-The Philippines 

Mumbai-India (My heart goes out to all those who were killed in the terrorist attacks) 


Buenos Aires-Argentina

An Excerpt from Vanity Fair


The caption reads “Has New York Lost It’s Edge?”

Bryan McNally, a former New York restaurateur (Odeon, Indochine, etc.) leaves behind, Manhattan, The Hampton’s and his St. Barth’s hideouts for life in Saigon (Vietnam). Claiming to not be going through a mid-life crisis because he had already experienced two of them, he was just ‘bored.’

It’s November as he is writing, and McNally has been in Saigon since April 2008. He said a few very interesing things about New York after, spouting off about Saigon’s turbulent weather, coffee shops, and corrupt police officers.

“In Vietnam, if the weather doesn’t claim you—whether by scorching heat, the hair-trigger deluges, or a ravaging cyclone—then the swarming traffic or counterfeit medicine will. But when the author returns home to an overly sanitized Manhattan, he realizes: life in Vietnam is the one for him.”

“I recently returned to New York for a brief visit. The thrill had gone some time ago, I suppose, but still I was surprised at how little the pulse raced, how few beats the heart skipped, on the drive in from J.F.K. New York is home and always will be, but it has changed—as it always will and always must—in ways that, at least for me, make it a less appealing place.

I never subscribed to the bumper-sticker sentiment that when you’re leaving New York you’re going nowhere, a conceit now rendered ridiculous by the ascendancy of cities like Shanghai, Moscow, Mumbai, and Berlin. New York seems to be constantly proclaiming itself, constantly burnishing its own myths, compulsively reassuring itself of its supremacy, an insecurity one would have thought unnecessary in a great city. In the end, tough, gritty New York is the most sentimental of places, at least when it comes to itself.

But still, of course, a great city, and while I may have been fortunate to have experienced it at a time when the balance between the sheer terror of daily life and the excitement of living in a newly resurgent downtown was perfectly calibrated—getting mugged at five in the morning not quite as bad if it was walking home from watching the Talking Heads at the Mudd Club—I’m sure there is a whole generation in Greenpoint or Red Hook busy stacking up its own store of memories. Greenpoint or Red Hook, perhaps, but not Manhattan, where the rich and richer have completed their rout of most of what was different or interesting, leaving only a few pockets of sad and rapidly aging hipsters—a generation so obsessed with looking good that they forgot to actually do anything. There they are, freelancing away in Starbucks—Web designers, graphic artists, unpublished photographers (and, you have to wonder, why are they all so, well, … visual?)—unpoliticized, unangry, uninterested. Some apparently feel quite strongly about wearing fur, others about the virtues of the vegan life (and don’t get them started on Tibet), and all have seen every film made in the last 20 years. Soon they will all be living in upstate New York, in their late 30s and 40s, looking really good, with exquisitely dressed accessory children, driving a perfectly beaten up pick-up truck and convincing themselves that they are there out of principled rejection of city life rather than failure to land that big ad campaign. True, perhaps, but hardly their fault. While it’s always better to be young (age having nothing to be said for it, failing to confer even wisdom), the hipster generation got a raw deal. Impossible any more to shock, impossible to rebel, impossible to create anything not immediately appropriated by commercial interests, it was a generation destined to live in the long shadow of candle-waving boomers and desperately hip, dope-smoking parents. That would have driven anyone into Starbucks or the Catskills. You also have to wonder, when did the 60s become the template for youth, when did this become the generation by which all others are measured? If I wasn’t one of them, I couldn’t wait for the bastards to all die off.

…All good fun, but while I miss New York, I wasn’t at all unhappy to be returning to Saigon.”