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...turns out that that Andrea Sachs wears Manolo Blahniks and Jimmy Choos, while I wear Nikes. That Andrea Sachs works as an assistant for the imperious editor of Runway magazine, while I work at TIME, covering the book beat. Still, people in the fashion world will probably be interested in the (endless) complaints of the fashionable Andrea, since the book's author, Lauren Weisberger, used to be the assistant of Vogue's uber-editor Anna Wintour. Could any real editor be as unreasonable as the novel's Miranda Priestly, or as greedy for high-end booty from designers...
...grew to appreciate a flat shoe toward the last couple of weeks. There were occasions where I had to put on heels, but I wished I had a lifestyle that could afford a bunch of Manolo Blahnik flats...
...Manolo Blahnik hates traveling. He hates airports, train stations, planes and trains. But these days Blahnik spends most of his time on the road. He goes to Italy, where he still personally oversees the production of his $500-a-pair shoe collection; to the Canary Islands, to visit his 90-year-old mother; to the United States, where most of his customers live. He also travels from his Georgian home in Bath, where he stores some 10,000 pairs of what he affectionately calls his "stupid shoes," to his office on the fashionable King's Road in Chelsea, London. Blahnik...
Posen has put together three seasons' worth of feminine, flirty, busily constructed clothes. He did this while still living withhis parents and drawing a $15-a-day allowance. And yet all fashion indices point to him as the Next Big Thing in Frocks. Magazines have written worshipfully about him. Manolo Blahnik collaborates with him on shoes. Posen's shows feature A-list models like Naomi Campbell, whom he pays in clothes. And during last week's Fashion Week, when all the most influential sheiks of chic were in Manhattan, Bloomingdale's devoted a row of windows to his work...
...gave quite a few of them. Galella was the guy who had to hang around outside expensive restaurants, then chase the well-fed celebrities to their waiting limousines. What the two men had in common was anger. While it may be true that Warhol used to kiss the Manolo Blahnik boots of the stars, in some of his Polaroids of the famous at play you sense the same undertow of loathing you find in his silk-screened portraits of Marilyn and Liz. Likewise with Galella. His pictures can remind you of Susan Sontag's observation: "To photograph someone...