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The inner sanctuary of chic has landed…Kenmare. Namaste. Now it’s time for a meeting of the minds. Let’s open the doors, shall we?
CHARACTERS:
Paul (purple scarf NOT included; DJ services included.)
Olivier (crooked aviators, tight jeans to pack the heat, facial stubble always included).
A meeting? A meeting, YES! The Time? NOW. Now? YES! Yes, it’s that time of the year…sigh long sigh, FASHION WEEK and the hits …they keep on coming. This time in the form of duo Paul Sev and another favorite aviator man, Ollie D. TRUE A-TEAM game. Playas, stay the F up. A marriage of the two perfect nobodies who self promote with self promotion. Righteous brothers…God bless them. DJs, camera, rock n’ roll, booze and a little sister whispering …Hush. Such a brilliant PR move (why didn’t I think of it? I only thank the blonde girl with the evil eye tattoo on the nape of her neck).
The pictures from the uber-blah-blah exclusive fiesta can be viewed on Purple Diary’s Kemare page. The PD rocked out its own private dancer dinner at Kemare (the new hip-joint I formerly touched on here.) Ah, jealously pangs as I consider all those personal peccadilloes floating around the space, in the bathroom, on the tables. Paul’s music over the speakers; Black Magic Woman. I can only imagine…drooling greedily from afar.
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Related Kitty Bawler articles: The New Max’s Kansas City…I Think NOT, Fallen Rockstars Wear Lacoste, Drum Roll, The Hipster of the Decade!, Vice Throws Itself a Lifeline to ‘05, More Vice Parties.) MORE SELF PROMOTION! Kitty Bawler’s other anti-PD related pieces! SSUR vs Purple Diary. Brooklyn Hipsters vs. Purple Diary, Double L’s vs PD, and INTRO 101 The Purple Diary.
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3rd image via The Purple Diary.
Really, now. This is solely a question of who is/was more fashionable. My vote? Of course with Arafat. He has me on the shades. Ollie, circa 2003; is certainly better in his new darkened, more pricey aviators.
(second image: Olivier Zahn; Paper)
THIS is a tough one. Where do you go? What do you say? It’s best to work out a point system and let the math decide. One cannot argue with math! Yes, yes, lets the math decide.
This is about a little skinny blonde chick (sans the days of a healthy red-head from the Parent Trap) vs. Olivier Zahn as self-proclaimed “fashion, art critic” and oh, photographer. We must examine L.L. (Double L) in the eye of fashion chick, sadly, not actress. As we know, Ollie is purely a fashion man. They both like to pose for pictures.
Double L’s overly felt presence on Twitter LOSS OF 1 POINT. Have you ever read this chick’s tweets, especially in the wake of the Haiti disaster (although she’s sending down leggings)? Yikes! Posed in New York Mag as Marilyn Monroe; GAIN 2 POINT. As new emerging Fashion Designer, LOSS OF 2 POINTS.
TOTAL; NEGATIVE 3
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Ollie wears the same shades over and over: LOSS OF1 POINT. Hangs, photographs and makes reference to Paul Sev. LOSS OF 1. Exploits small children in bars, LOSS OF 3 POINTS. Skiing all over the place and living in Paris (in general); GAIN OF 2 POINTS.
TOTAL: NEGATIVE 3.
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RESULT: UGH ! TIE! Dreadfully tied.
Don’t miss Kitty Bawler’s other anti-PD related pieces! SSUR vs Purple Diary. Brooklyn Hipsters vs. Purple Diary, The New Max’s Kansas City…I Think NOT, and lastly or rather to introduce, The Purple Diary.
(OZ image: Women’s Blog)
Because there is still more to say on the subject.
While I’m quite tired, if not exhausted by the word, hipster, it goes without saying THIS IS WHAT THEY ARE CALLED. Now if we can just picture the Williamsburg kids with their freshly stubbled beards, sans the aviators and necklaces you might see on the pages of the Purple Diary. While they have similar pretensions (fashion, food, booze + sex), it would seem if Ollie and co. flaunt it a bit more. Not to say the BK hipsters don’t have the douja. Because they do, in fact, many are trustafaris while others just missed having a small college town like Lawrence KS or Bloomington IN or any other small midwest college strip much like that of Williamsburg. Straight and linear streets with shops and restaurants.
I digress.
The BK hipsters have my vote solely on pop culture, the latest bands, where you can score good (canned) beer deals, and many are artists if not caricatures or themselves. Plus money down their cardigans are less ratty vintage.
The aviator man loses again.
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Kitty Bawler has been studying the trends and inner-workings of all the pretentious, black labeled culture of the downtown crowd. She’s cynical and a bit jaded. She’s patient and doesn’t mind writing about, you know, cool people.
(image: http://addisblog.typepad.com)
If I had to make a wager on the camo/skateboarding boys and girls (especially that one badass Asian chick) of SSUR vs the Purple Diary; well, my money is on the old school attitude of the Lower East Side and Bowery. These were the original band of sneaker dudes with Range Rovers before they became a soccer mom car. Could it be that Purple Diary and the aviator man are finally letting others take photos and submit them; novel idea.
Regardless, I could hit any underground parking lot in lower Manhattan to take this snap (see below); what about the Music Express Fleet of check the security at Halliburton? What about a loft builiding in Tribeca where I counted four Escalades with grills. Yeah. Okay, I get it. Cars are cool. Bling Bling.
Someone, bring back my camouflage and the black Weber grill and pop communist toys. Bring back the skate culture, grafatti and theft. Take away the pretty Paris shots and those damn skiing photos. Carve your name in something real. (me begging)…Please.
From the purple D: “Our hotel’s fleet of purple Cadillac Escalades, used to transport clientele and entertainment, Biloxi, Mississippi”. Photo by Sonny Ortolano)
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Kitty Bawler has been studying the trends and inner-workings of all the pretentious, black labeled culture of the downtown New York crowd. She’s cynical and a bit jaded. She’s patient and doesn’t mind writing about, you know, cool people.
How would a Williamsburg hipster feel in the company of Hotel Le Hameau Albert 1er, Chamonix. where the stubbly aviator man from Purple Diary took his latest pre- 2010 snaps. In headlines only under “travel” and “night” our good man captures the essence of snowy rabbit hats, more aviators and snowy tree tops. Could the hipsters embrace the decadent chic-ness of the 70’s hotel, Alpina Hotel, Chamonix. Would they be able to keep their verbiage and explanation of pictures to a sheer minimum? It’s doubtful the Purple D man and his entourage drink cans of Pabst. No; I think not. It’s doubtful they ski in YSL sweaters. Nope. Hardly not. Those hipsters….they ski but perhaps in old vintage North Face jackets. Lacoste? Please, no. Perhaps a Patagonia varietal. Better yet confused.
Both genres are oddly confused but I’d like to know if either smokes. And if so, what?
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Kitty Bawler has been studying the trends and inner-workings of all the pretentious, black labeled culture of the downtown crowd. She’s cynical and a bit jaded. She’s patient and doesn’t mind writing about, you know, cool people.
Again, just when I thought the decadence and annoyingly silly hipsters vanished into the thin, cold air…Vice unleashes a new line up of holiday parties. God bless them. Bad economic climate (read: recession) hardly bothers these trustafaris. The New York Post lays it out: One Christmas party wasn’t good enough for Vice — the hipster media empire decided to hold three separate holiday bashes last week. On Tuesday, employees were treated to a performance by indie group Cold Cave at the Music Wall of Williamsburg. The next night, staffers gathered for movie screenings at PS122. Finally, on Thursday, the magazine hosted a dinner party of ribs, pork belly and bourbon at Fette Sau in Brooklyn.
Kitty Bawler feels alive again. Trust me, I would rather follow this gang I watched like a hawk then spend time looking at the uber-pretentious Purple Diary. (I touched on this earlier here explaining my type of affected is Black Box Recorder. In fact, a new column will now compare THINGS I WOULD RATHER READ/WATCH/PARTICIPATE over the highly rancid and pretentious Purple D; a man’s own homage to himself (and his aviators). Sorry, bru, I’m all for photography and artful settings but you just want to sucker punch all the little hipsters and I won’t let that happen. Listen Purple Diary, I was at the Fontainebleau and saw the Dash Snow Funeral procession myself; it was the bearded guys and stubbly-facial haired guys with vintage t-shirt and the skinny little wafer crackers with feathered bangs who support their men.
Tasteful pornography or cartoons of characters entitled “Shopping with She-Moose”…it’s all vividly clear. Vice helped create Dash Snow and P.D. just took pictures of him…signing things.
(Fette Sau image via Paper Magazine)
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Kitty Bawler has been studying the trends and inner-workings of all the pretentious, black labeled culture of the downtown crowd. She’s cynical and a bit jaded. She’s patient and doesn’t mind writing about, you know, cool people.
not the Purple Heart people. The PURPLE DIARY.
The first Public Image album at Terry Richardson’s studio, New York. Photo Olivier Zahm.
This is one of those high falutin’ sites which drives me mad. Allergies which require super Benadryl. Some of the photos in the glossy chic Purple Diary, especially those crisp black and whites are worthy. Other snaps, especially those subjects in the Pianos/DJ world are out-dated. Rich trustafaris, posuers and modellas living the high fueled drug, nudes and sex life are tagged and followed and photographed. Come’on Paul Sevs at Indochine’s 25th anniversary; how old was he when it opened? It’s a Paris/New York Diary of such (mix in a healthy blend of Taiwan, Milan and UK) and viola. Super fab glam life of once was is being sold as still is. Even the ugly people are pretty. Sexy ugly. Or ugly sexy. You judge.
I’d rather listen to Black Box Recorder any day… all day. England Made Me. That is the kind of pretentious I like. Thanks, Nicky Fresh.
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GUEST WRITER: Kitty Bawler is ten years a New Yorker, although travels extensively. She has been studying the trends and inner-workings of all the pretentious, black labeled culture of the downtown crowd. She’s cynical and a bit jaded. She’s patient and doesn’t mind writing about, you know, cool people.
