Before Project Runway: Ms. Elsa Klensch.

On November 7, I met Ms. Elsa Klensch, former CNN telestylist. Lately, I have been pleasantly surprised to meet gentle giants (rather than the occasional crazy mouse). Lucky me. Ms. Klensch, a supporter of the New York City Opera, donated goodies to its benefit shop where this reception was held in honor of Take Two, her latest murder mystery.


The svelte dame in red eyeglasses won't mind if I tell you that she is 85 years old. She volunteered her secret: two scotches a day. When I suggested that she set aside her glass of wine for a photo, she protested. "Why?" Of course, I did not persist. May we all live long enough to drink white wine at 85. Her pin is Victorian.

Chance Meeting of Monsieur Mizrahi.

October 2007

While at a cafe in Greenwich Village, I met Isaac Mizrahi. He sat in a corner with his friend (who strongly resembled Suzy Menkes). Ever curious, he wanted to know the origin of my hat and whether it is for sale, since I own a boutique (eventually, but my price is steep for this French beauty). IM was kind and employed his accessories to maximum effect. Here's a memory of the moment.

IM is the man who had the plan to intermix high and low fashion, making it mainstream. Sure, it sounds "normal" now with the advent of H&M, Zara and company. But let us document that the idea, for it's time, was quite arguably revolutionary. Thank you for that, Monsieur Miz: you put the chez in Target.

The It Bag Ain't Over Till the Last Thousand is Spent.

http://www.nytimes.com/2007/11/01/fashion/01BAGS.html?ex=1351742400&en=
5281336c7362478f&ei=5124&partner=permalink&exprod=
permalinkSo, check out this article by Eric Wilson of The New York Times. To see it, simply copy and paste into the search bar.

To answer his question, "Is this It for the 'It' Bag", I don't think so. In fact, this is only the beginning. First there's the shock, then there's the awe, then there's the resignation. Suddenly that wool Prada purse costing $565 at Barneys just does not seem obscenely priced. Don't blame the rise of the Euro: it is not the fault of the faltering dollar. Rather, it is ourselves, women, who must be blamed. We are saying, "Yes, it is okay for you to slap together a bit of leather and take us for a little ride down those leather straps."

I know a designer for a mid-priced line who thinks the only way to command respect in a meeting is to waltz in with a thousand dollar bag. The price connotes exclusivity. After all, what's the point of buying it if everyone else can, too? Ironically, no price for a mass-produced bag can guarantee exclusivity. Status, maybe. An "It" bag may as well be called a "Me, too" bag. It's a brilliant marketing ploy: it costs a lot, is in style for only a season after which it so overexposed that it gets copied and becomes obsolete. Rinse. Repeat. Give me liberty from labels or give me death!