La Coquette

Who's that girl?

In March, Chicago magazine ran an item I wrote on model and Midwestern girl Karlie Kloss.

When I interviewed her last October, she had just walked in her first batch of shows.  I had a hunch she would do very well, but I never could have imagined she would be the everywhere  (everywhere!) over the following six months.  I do not feel like listing all of the places she has been since then -- look here or here if you'd like to see -- but I do feel like showing you my snap of Karlie at La Perle, October 7, 2007.  I may not be Patrick Demarchelier but I kind of like it.

Chicago Fashion, Spring

Spring 2008 is out, and it is the best issue yet!  (Do I always say that?)  But truly, I think Stacey Jones and our art director Jennifer Moore outdid themselves.  Below are scans of my own stories (after the jump), including: a glimpse into the home (and wardrobe) of Katrina Markoff, founder of Vosges Haut Chocolat, interviews with retailers Ikram Goldman, Heiji Choy Black, and Tory Burch, a "Fashion Personality" quiz (with a truly cool illustration by Silja Gotz), and a few shorter trend pieces. 

How about that Prada turban?

Perhaps every single fashion blogger has blogged about the Prada turban.  And perhaps every single magazine has shot editorial around the Prada turban.  And perhaps mentioning the Prada turban, at this stage in the game, is so, so...last season.  (Well, technically, the hat just hit stores a month ago, but fashion!  Have you noticed it moves so fast these days?)  I bring this up, because I am about to show you picture of the Prada turban, but it was taken last December, so maybe you'll let me off the hook.

For the record, I love the Prada turban; it’s inherently funny and stylish—my favorite combination—kind of like that one time Amy Poehler went to New York fashion week looking gorgeous and amused.   

I knew back in October, when I saw Prada’s spring collection, that I had my diary story for the next issue of Chicago Fashion.  I would write about the plight of Argentine farmers.  Either that, I thought, or hats.  I went with the hats. 

To be honest I’m not a hat person.  To be honest, that’s what made it so fun.  When I was wearing the hats, I felt like, “I should have more parties, and paint my wall red, and maybe call that guy who seemed like so much trouble but was appealingly eccentric.”  I didn't wind up doing any of those things.  But, as can be expected, I got myself into some situations.  You can read the story here.  (In pdf form.  I'll change the link once the story is online.)

(No, the magazine did not have to buy any of these hats --they’re press samples.   Yes, I really wore and did all of the things described here.  Yes, even the part where I wore a beret in public.  That's some shit I'll never live down.)