On Monday night, I came back from New York because I was doing some Fashion Week work. Designer Tom Ford had his super, super, super, super secret fashion soiree on Sunday.
I wasn’t invited.
Actually, a lot of people weren’t invited to his first women’s wear show in six years. His guest list only had about 100 people (that’s pretty small for a fashion show) and the hyper-sexual Terry Richardson was the only photographer allowed into the event (that is if you don’t count the camera phone photos by New York Times’s Cathy Horyn). The exclusivity is definitely the result of Mr. Ford’s attempt to fly under the radar when it comes to exposure.
The guest list included A-list fashion editors as well as celebs-turned-models (and vice versa) like Beyonce, Lauren Hutton, Julianne Moore, and Daphne Guinness. Even though I wasn’t invited, maybe I should have followed the example of a trio of Harajuku girls who attempted to crash the stealth bash.
A J-pop group that calls themselves the A Girls, sauntered into the event after one of the gals claimed she was Vogue Japan editor Mitsuko Watanabe. Apparently they were dressed like Gwen Stefani’s minions and then immediately got escorted out as soon as security realized that Mitsuko was already inside.
Perhaps these “A Girls” should have planned this out a little better. Even so, this is probably the most brilliant idea ever. Why didn’t I think of it first?
P.S. The girl pictured isn’t an “A Girl” but I am sure the look isn’t too far off.
- Excited
- Fascinated
- Amused
- Disgusted
- Sad
- Angry
