Further Meditations on the Subject of Fashion Week



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Designers for Darfur was a noble -- if marginally unsuccessful -- effort to inject a modicum of multidimensionality to an essentially shallow, surfacsh (but, to be sure, fabulous) event, namely: Mercedes-Benz Fashion Week (The Corsair sips a chilled glass of 1787 Chateau D'Yquem). So we crisply applaud Alek Wek's attempts to bring the situation in Sudan to the attention of the soulless -- but "sexy" -- fashion crowd. From Fashionweekdaily:

"Socialista went scholarly Tuesday night to celebrate supermodel Alek Wek's autobiography, Alek, with a red carpet soirée hosted by Diane von Furstenberg and Iman, along with The Wall Street Journal, Jaeger-LeCoultre, Amistad, and Doctors Without Borders. Fellow partiers included Fern Mallis, Nigel Barker, The Wall Street Journal's Teri Agins, and Kimora Lee Simmons and Djimon Hounsou, who arrived together. Wek showed off her mile-long legs in a DVF mini dress and modeled a handbag from her collection, as she spoke of her emotional journey back to her native Sudan three years ago, which inspired her to write this memoir.

"Wek has certainly found a literary fan in CFDA president Diane von Furstenberg. 'I love the book and I read it all in one sitting. It's in all of my stores and I'm giving it to all of my friends,' the CFDA president enthused. Although charity was first and foremost, and the evening included an auction of a Jaeger-LeCoultre timepiece benefiting Doctors Without Borders, Fashion Week was still on everyone's minds. Iman, stunning in a simple black halter and trousers from Club Monaco, remarked, "I'm not crazy about Spring, it's just little dresses. But I do love the new designers like Derek Lam and Phillip Lim.' Meanwhile, Simmons is excited about her Baby Phat show on Friday, presenting to Alicia Keys at Fashion Rocks Thursday, and her newest job title."

A few observations:

-- has the Wall Street Journal always been involved with Fashion Week? Or is this one of the ways Rupert Murdoch plans to sex the joint up?

--Iman is a love goddess. The Corsair saw Iman lunching at Michael's with sexy Cindy Lieve last year. When the two got up to leave half the men in the room strained their necks over the lobster bisque checking out their spectacular Asses. Magnifique. (The Corsair kisses his fingres a la The French Chef, then whispers -- sotto voce -- hoo-la-la) The insanely sylish David Bowie, oddly, doesn't attend fashion shows.

--Barry Diller and Diane von Furstenberg power-coupled their way into the Vanity Fair New Establishment list at number 15.

-- Have you ever noticed how impossible it is for the loathesome Kimora Lee Simmons to answer a single press question without a crass mention of one of her 80,000 shitty side-business in the response? If one were to ask he what the temperature was outside there would be a mention of "Baby Fat" before the Celsius. This is what happens when children are raised as models. They become one-dimensional. That having been said, what the hell is Djimon Hounsou doing eith his damn self? Djimon: Whatever unimaginably creepy things she is doing to you in the boudoir cannot possibly be worth the damage you risk doing to your immortal soul. Brother: Your spirit is calling, Brother, just walk away.