“It’s women’s day, women’s week, women’s month, and women’s year. But it’s not that we don’t like men, we love men!” Diane von Furstenberg enthused at her Meatpacking studio. For DVF, every day may be ladies’ day, but for the U.N.-approved International Women’s Day yesterday, the ageless designer—effervescent in purple sequins despite just deplaning a flight from L.A.—launched a specially dedicated CD. “We do something every year, and it was my staff that came up with the idea,” von Furstenberg explained. The girl-power music compilation—thankfully, with nary a Spice Girl in sight—features tracks from Tegan and Sara, Bebel Gilberto, Joss Stone, and Estelle, among others. Proceeds from sales of the CD and an International Women’s Day DVF tote will go to benefit Vital Voices, a charity focused on investing in disadvantaged women worldwide. For her part, Estelle was flattered to have her single “Shine” included. “Anything I can do to help,” the singer told us. “But you know Diane, she’s amazing. It’s not often in our industries that you meet a woman like that. She does the work, you know?” Von Furstenberg was indeed doing a bit of work—the designer was giving a test run to a lovely floral perfume she’s perfecting—but don’t call her a role model. She deadpanned: “You only start being called a role model when you get old.”

—Bee-Shyuan Chang

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“It’s like an early George Lucas movie set,” Giambattista Valli said at his Moncler Gamme Rouge presentation today. True, fans of THX 1138 probably felt right at home in the Mylar-wallpapered alcove where Valli was greeting editors. But the clothes themselves—not unlike those in his signature collection, shown yesterday in the same Place Vendàme former bank—had more of a sixties feeling á la Pierre Cardin and André Courrèges’ space age chic. The surprising thing about that is how cool and spare the box quilted wool nylon capes and metallic thread nylon chubbies looked compared to last season’s more romantic silk rose-festooned puffers. The other intriguing development: the plethora of ribbed-knit layering pieces, from snoods and mittens to full-body unitards. “I love to enrich the wardrobe; it’s not just quilted jackets,” Valli said. Twenty-first-century Barbarellas, take note.

—Nicole Phelps

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Uniform dressing has been the buzzword on the European runways, but that doesn’t mean savvy designers haven’t found ways to tweak the suiting standards. We’re loving Paris’ creative plays on the double-breasted jacket. Stella McCartney sheared the sleeves off of hers to create a sleek camel coat-dress (left). Hussein Chalayan opened his show with several variants of the DB, each one low-slung and low-breaking for a sexier style—our favorite buttons just above the hem (center). And Phoebe Philo, a coat mistress if there is one working today, sent out a trompe l’oeil take at Celine: Hers closed along the far right side, with only a single top button to suggest a right-hand row (right). —Matthew Schneier

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The hat beat is a tricky one: It seems that no sooner has everyone seemed to agree on a particular shape or style, then it’s on to the next. A season or two back, every boy at the Beatrice had found his way to a porkpie of sorts, a sixties-slick moment fatted, it felt, on Mad Men mania. Then, all of a sudden, they were gone. Giant, slouchy knit caps—snoods, if you will—replaced them, winter, spring, and fall. And now? We notice that two ahead-of-the-curve gentlemen, Hedi Slimane and André Saraiva, were out and about in the last week in similar floppy fedoras. Slimane saw things in black and white at Larry Gagosian’s opening for Andreas Gursky; André rocked a dandyish lilac version at Maison Darré . (Not to belabor the point, he lost it for the Purple party.) That’s two, and three, as they say, makes the trend. Any takers?

—Matthew Schneier

Photos: Patrick McMullan / Jean Picon

Revelers who made it through the queue in the freezing cold, down four flights of stairs, and into the classic Parisian night spot Le Regine last night had some serious celebrating to do. “We’ve been working hard,” said Opening Ceremony’s Humberto Leon, one of the party’s co-hosts, of his crew’s rigorous fashion week. “Tonight we’re dancing.”

Even fashion’s workaholics took a break. Street shooter Tommy Ton put down his camera, he said, “for the first time this season,” joining a crowd that included designers Alexander Wang, Henry Holland (pictured), Matthew Williamson, Daria Werbowy, and Jen Brill. Erin Wasson, in a crinkly leather hat, joined Opening Ceremony’s Carol Lim and company at the see-and-be-seen table behind a few tubs of vodka on ice, while Lindsay Lohan holed up in a more Frank-and-Dino corner, playing coy—well, as coy as one can play in a snowball-white fur hat during an impromptu amateur photo session. The New York, New York party has traveled around the international fashion weeks—it’s already made a London appearance—and it’s already developed a few standbys. It just wouldn’t feel like home without dancing on the banquettes, a haze of smoke (not always officially approved), and, of course, “Empire State of Mind.”

—Chris Wallace

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The next photog has been signed for the annual naked-girls-frolicking Pirelli calendar, and the lucky guy is…Karl Lagerfeld. (He’ll shoot it in his Paris studio, rather than the usual tropical locale.) We’re doing our best to act surprised—Karl Lagerfeld? Shooting gorgeous people in states of undress? No way. Stop! (Anyone want to start taking odds on whether he’ll manage to sneak Baptiste in there?) [Fashionista]

Calvin Klein has unveiled a new video for its X underwear line, and it is racy and controversial. (It includes bleeped-out swearing.) OK, now we’ve really heard it all—Calvin Klein underwear and controversial ads? Brave new world! [WWD]

Speaking of brave new worlds, Giuseppe Zanotti is entering the Internet. The designer will create several styles exclusively for his new online boutique, which is to be manned by Yoox. [WWD]

Abbey Lee Kershaw apparently has a tattoo on the inside of her lower lip. It was meant to read “truth” but, due to the amateur job, looks more like “bacon,” says the Times of London. Is it wrong that we prefer bacon? [Times Online via Refinery29]

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The Elton John AIDS Foundation's annual black-tie Oscars viewing party is less high-pressure than the big show itself, which has its perks: You can table-hop, talk freely over the telecast, and take a bathroom break whenever you feel like it. Joaquin Phoenix, Will Smith, and Victoria Beckham were among the dinner guests taking full advantage of the less-than-hushed atmosphere to make their voices heard. A whoop went up when Mo'Nique got her Best Supporting Actress statuette. "I've got goose bumps!" Eva Amurri exclaimed. After the main event, Simon Cowell got in on bidding at the post-show auction, Miley Cyrus dropped by following her presenting duties, and the host himself took a moment to laud Kathryn Bigelow's historic win as "so great, and so well deserved."

Then Grace Jones—having just played a Viktor & Rolf bash in Paris a few days ago—took over, with a performance that incorporated her signature hula-hoop moves and frequent headwear changes. Kate Mara and Hayden Panettierre were among the many pretty things to shake off their shoes, although Panettierre fretted that without her heels, "I'm not even normal-human-sized!" At least you're not at the Oscars, Hayden, where every shoeless step would be broadcast to the world.

Meanwhile, over at the annual Vanity Fair after-party, the winners were arriving for their victory lap, golden new additions in tow. Don't feel too sorry for the empty-handed—they got the consolation of wearing gorgeous new dresses for the evening's second act. The hems got higher, naturally: Nominee Anna Kendrick traded in her blush pink Elie Saab Haute Couture from the ceremony for a shorter, white Saab confection, and presenter Amanda Seyfried swapped her Armani Privé for cocktail-length Valentino Haute Couture. VF draws from ranks wider than just Hollywood, and Captain Chesley "Sully" Sullenberger, figure skater Evan Lysacek (with his ardent admirer and costume designer, Vera Wang), and snowboarder Shaun White were on hand to hobnob, too. The Flying Tomato was still celebrating his own victory—on the slopes of Vancouver, not the stages of the Kodak—with a patriotic outfit of red, white, and blue. Not an easy look, but lucky for him, gold goes with everything.

—Darrell Hartman

Everyone is in Paris or L.A. right now—except, of course, for everyone who isn’t. And pretty much everyone in the latter category turned up to the Bowery Hotel on Friday night to celebrate the new issue of The Journal. Chloë Sevigny, Chrissie Miller, Nate Lowman, Glenn O’Brien—all still in Manhattan! So are Smile guys Carlos Quirarte and Matt Kliegman, who hosted the fête, and so is Journal founder/editor Michael Nevin (pictured, center, with O’Brien, Gina Nanni, and Mary Nevin), who admits that intercontinental travel would probably put a crimp in his workout routine. “That’s how Terry and I bonded, actually—we both go to the same gym, and we’re both kind of obsessed with it,” Nevin explained at the party, speaking of lensman Terry Richardson, whose work appears in the new issue. “The gym seems like the most un-inspiring place in the world,” Nevin added, “but lately it seems to be the place I get all my inspiration. There’s something about the routine, or working your muscles. It sends fresh blood to brain, I guess.”

—Maya Singer

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While all eyes are glued to the catwalks, one guy’s are fixed on the off-runway scene: Tommy Ton, who has followed the action from New York to London to Milan and now to Paris for Style.com. (Click here for a selection of Tommy’s shots.) I love Tommy’s work, and so does Colette’s Sarah Lerfel, who’s given over a wall of her store’s gallery space to his photos for Style.com. Tommy’s favorites from New York, London, and Milan are already up there, but since the shows are still going on in Paris, this last leg of the international collections has been a work in process, with two more being added each day.

“I think French girls are always constantly chic. There’s just something about the way they effortlessly wear clothes,” he explains of the final stop on his tour. Ton’s shots look effortless, too—maybe because he catches his subjects unawares, thus avoiding the usual labored posing. “I don’t like the standard posed position just because everyone else takes that same posed vertical photo,” he goes on. “I try to select a photo that captures that exact moment, but I like it when you can see someone naturally at their best and unaware that they’re having their photo taken.” Ton says the best places to capture these moments are the shows in the Tuileries, where there’s a long approach and a classically French backdrop. But at the end of the day, it’s just a connection: “You know, when it comes down to it, it’s just gut instinct, and I’ve become less analytical and just shoot whatever jumps out at me.” His nonchalant moments will still be up at Colette until the end of fashion week. After that, you can take them home with you: Snaps from all four cities are available for purchase, sold in editions of ten for €150 each.

—Derek Blasberg

Photo: Tommy Ton

With a dozen fairs, countless openings, and thousands of collectors in New York for Armory Arts Week, the Standard probably wasn’t the first place aficionados were looking to find compelling art on Friday. But that’s exactly what was on display at the launch of the hotel’s new StandArt channel. Curated by Creative Time, this seasonally updated in-room video installation, which also bowed in L.A. and Miami, includes ten films by international art stars including Mika Rottenberg, the anonymous (and ubiquitous) Bruce High Quality Foundation, and Marilyn Minter. “It’s so rare that you have time to watch art films,” says Creative Time curator Meredith Johnson. “So we chose pieces that are more hypnotic and durational so you can turn it on at different times of day.”

Among those are Minter’s lush Green Pink Caviar, which went on tour with Madonna last summer and is also playing in the MoMA lobby. “I love doing this type of stuff,” Minter told us; she’ll soon do it again, with a forthcoming video project that will “look like silver.” Equally seductive is BHQF’s 75-minute black-and-white fictional tribute to Godard, L’eau de vie un film de Jean-Luc Godard, which follows a group of character types (actor, art consultant, agitator) as they hunt down elusive truths at 2005’s Art Basel Miami. Elsewhere, Lee Walton acts out his friend’s Facebook statuses in F’Book: What My Friends Are Doing on Facebook and the Neistat Brothers race a Ducati against a Dutch city bike in the hilarious Yogurt vs. Gasoline.

“The competition for this is cable TV and you have to make this better than that, and it’s tough because Jersey Shore is soo good,” said Casey Neistat, wearing a towel with his blazer and tie after a jump into the pool earlier in the evening. (He’d mistakenly assumed the water was at “bathwater” temperature.) While the plunge provided a shock to his system, the installation is already paying dividends. “I’m doing a crazy Lazer Tag movie and I’m shooting here next Sunday,” he said. “Think Jason Bourne meets 1986, Worlds of Wonder Lazer Tag.” Just another Sunday at the Standard.
Check out a selection of the films, below.

—Michael Slenske

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BEST MOTION PICTURE OF THE YEAR
The Hurt Locker

PERFORMANCE BY AN ACTOR IN A LEADING ROLE
Jeff Bridges, Crazy Heart

PERFORMANCE BY AN ACTOR IN A SUPPORTING ROLE
Christoph Waltz, Inglourious Basterds

PERFORMANCE BY AN ACTRESS IN A LEADING ROLE
Sandra Bullock, The Blind Side

PERFORMANCE BY AN ACTRESS IN A SUPPORTING ROLE
Mo’Nique, Precious: Based on the Novel Push by Sapphire

BEST ANIMATED FEATURE FILM OF THE YEAR
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ACHIEVEMENT IN ART DIRECTION
Avatar

ACHIEVEMENT IN CINEMATOGRAPHY
Avatar

ACHIEVEMENT IN COSTUME DESIGN
The Young Victoria

ACHIEVEMENT IN DIRECTING
Kathryn Bigelow, The Hurt Locker

BEST DOCUMENTARY FEATURE
The Cove

BEST DOCUMENTARY SHORT SUBJECT
Music by Prudence

ACHIEVEMENT IN FILM EDITING
The Hurt Locker

BEST FOREIGN LANGUAGE FILM OF THE YEAR
The Secret in Their Eyes

ACHIEVEMENT IN MAKEUP
Star Trek

ACHIEVEMENT IN MUSIC WRITTEN FOR MOTION PICTURES (ORIGINAL SCORE)
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ACHIEVEMENT IN MUSIC WRITTEN FOR MOTION PICTURES (ORIGINAL SONG)
“The Weary Kind (Theme From Crazy Heart),” Crazy Heart

BEST ANIMATED SHORT FILM
Logorama

BEST LIVE ACTION SHORT FILM
The New Tenants

ACHIEVEMENT IN SOUND EDITING
The Hurt Locker

ACHIEVEMENT IN SOUND MIXING
The Hurt Locker

ACHIEVEMENT IN VISUAL EFFECTS
Avatar

ADAPTED SCREENPLAY
Precious: Based on the Novel Push by Sapphire

ORIGINAL SCREENPLAY
The Hurt Locker

Welcome to the 'Bul market—Istanbul, that is. The latest territory to get its own edition of Vogue is Turkey, and the new magazine was fêted with a launch party at the Crillon in Paris last night. "Have you been to Turkey? It's sort of an undiscovered paradise, and I'm feeling very proud of my countrymen tonight," said Erdem Moralioglu, the London-based Turkish designer, who dressed Jessica Stam, the debut issue's cover girl, for the party. "I know it's not the first thing people think of, but Turkey is really chic."

That it is, judging by the crowd that overran the hotel to pay their respects to editor in chief Seda Domaniç. Designers Peter Dundas, Riccardo Tisci, Hussein Chalayan, and Gareth Pugh all came to toast the launch, as did models Maryna Linchuk, Karolina Kurkova, and Trish Goff (also in Erdem). Mert and Marcus and Ellen von Unwerth circled, too. All in all, it sounded like a compelling contributors' page for a future issue. So popular was the event, in fact, that before the end, there weren't any glasses left and all the Champagne and vodka had been drunk. "So I'll have whatever you have left," Bianca Brandolini d'Adda said. "Is whiskey Turkish?"

—Derek Blasberg

"It's like Hollywood prom." That wasn't Precious star Gabourey Sidibe's best line on the red carpet (more on that later), but she delivered it in two separate interviews. Well, Sidibe (who positively glowed in navy Grecian-draped Marchesa) was half right. It's a metaphor that rings true for attendees—the nerves, the limos—but for the rest of us, the Oscars is, of course, the Super Bowl of Fashion.

The effect of the red carpet as spectator sport is debatable, but its ascendance has coincided with the ever-increasing number of safe looks each year that leave fashion fans just a bit cold. This time, there was a sea of icy, neutral hues along with always-appropriate red, gently lapping away at any chance of a truly jaw-dropping ensemble.

However, "safe" is a macro complaint. On a case by case basis, there was little to argue about regarding any of the following: Best Supporting Actress winner Mo'Nique, sleekly draped in royal blue Tadashi Shoji; fellow nominee Anna Kendrick in a pale blush Elie Saab confection; or Kristen Stewart, pretty and smiling, in a midnight blue strapless Monique Lhuillier gown. Nor could you really quibble with the straightforward siren glamour of Best Actress winner Sandra Bullock in a lace-topped, liquid silver beaded Marchesa dress paired with red lips and Veronica Lake hair.

Those that gambled by upping the fashion quotient did just that. One of several haute couture frocks, Zoe Saldana's frothy-hemmed Givenchy gown didn't fully translate its runway sizzle. Charlize Theron's Christian Dior column, a couture look that was custom-made for her, had two rosettes of lilac satin atop the bust that were head-scratchingly distracting. Sarah Jessica Parker and Diane Kruger fared better in Chanel, as did Amanda Seyfried and Jennifer Lopez in Armani Privé, and Demi Moore in Atelier Versace.

One of the best looks of the night was a lovely Carey Mulligan in strapless black satin Prada, its bodice encrusted with chunks of black Swarovski crystal. It curved up slightly in front, which reduced the heavy, gown-y effect that was a common ailment on the carpet. (Penélope Cruz looked gorge from the waist up in her wine Donna Karan Couture, but seemed to be drowning in the ball skirt.) Mulligan's pixie 'do also gave the look a fresh, youthful spirit. Miley Cyrus, take note! Another highlight was Meryl Streep, who looked perfectly breezy and at ease in her softly draped white jersey dress by Chris March, the onetime Project Runway contender who also dressed her for the Golden Globes.

Still, those longing for a major fashion moment had to content themselves by marveling at the perfect stubble of Tom Ford (who dressed hosts Steve Martin and Alec Baldwin, along with a bevy of A-list males) and his spontaneous shout-out to Donatella Versace. "Donatella's great and you look gorgeous!" Ford said after running into an Atelier Versace-clad Elizabeth Banks in a carpet traffic jam.

"If fashion was porn, this is the money shot," said Sidibe, quite memorably, of her dress. Actually, the night's top moment was yet to arrive: That would be when the brilliant Hurt Locker helmer Kathryn Bigelow, in Yves Saint Laurent, accepted her award for Best Director, the first female winner in Academy Awards history. We've been hearing a lot about the "power woman" on the runways this season. Here at last was the real deal.

 

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—Meenal Mistry

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This time of year in particular, the famous faces are all over Hollywood. They were at the launch party for fashion photographer Tom Munro’s eponymous first book last night, albeit mostly (with a few key exceptions) framed on the wall. The majority of the celebrities Munro has shot in his 15-year career also made it into the book, from Tom Cruise (who was available for a paltry 80 minutes at their first shoot) to Lady Gaga.

Also in the book is Justin Timberlake, who was kind enough to stop by the gallery on Melrose Place. At most openings, he’d be your biggest get. But most openings aren’t for artists who are tight with Madonna, who drew a crowd like moths to a flame when she entered. And so Munro, who’d been calmly sipping Moët near the door, was suddenly beelining it through the gallery with Madge and her entourage. When he returned, Munro talked about the trip the two of them recently made to Africa for her charity, Raising Malawi. “We bounced around in four-wheel-drive vehicles. Everyone’s mucking in, covered in dust. It’s not glamorous,” he said.

It was hardly the first time Munro, who also worked on Madonna’s Sticky & Sweet tour and directed her “Die Another Day” video, had been on board with her. How does Madge travel? “Fast,” Munro said. Naturally, she was long gone by then.

—Darrell Hartman Photo: Alex J. Berliner © Berliner Studio/BEImages

The lips run in the family, so no surprise that Jade Jagger stamped a kiss motif all over her new collection of sparkly tees for her Jezebel label. She was showing the new range—along with the jewelry she designs and produces in India—at Le Meurice hotel during Paris fashion week. All business, it would seem. But Jagger’s a dancing girl, after all, so she also invited a few friends to L’Appartement, André Saraiva’s private party house in the tony seventh arrondissement, for snacks and bubbly before the Jezebel party at Le Baron, with her husband, Dan Williams, on decks. Jagger Industries has always been a family affair, though: Jade has two in-house muses—teen daughters Assisi and Amba—the first of whom has already done some T-shirt graphics for Jezebel. The collection itself grew from the club nights Jagger and Williams began in Ibiza and exported around the world, from Mumbai to Moscow. “We started with Jezebel nights, and the idea for the collection was music-inspired fashion,” Jagger said. And although Ibiza is still close to her heart, she now spends most of her time in India, where she works on the beading for her jewels in Mumbai and maintains a house in Goa. Not that Europe has reason to be jealous. “Have pout, will travel” could be the family motto: Jagger opened her first shop in Notting Hill this fall, and she has Paris in her sights, as well. She’s currently working on a new flacon design for Guerlain’s Shalimar, the Oriental vanilla classic from 1925.

—Rebecca Voight

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