On Thursday evening, a group of 10 or 15 people descended into a mysterious basement on Bed-Stuy’s Myrtle Avenue. If not for the beats of FKA Twigs that floated up the dark staircase, you might have missed it completely. The space, which lies below an apartment and has been renovated into an art space called TT Gallery, carries a musty scent and feels otherworldly. Some of the floor is still dirt, the intricate roof panels and stone walls look like something out of a Final Fantasy realm. Only, the characters of this world weren’t there to adventure amongst monsters, but to strut their stuff. This was the setting for Iranian-born, Montreal-based designer and artist Pedram Karimi‘s SS17 show.
The Purple Party Was a Colorful Scene
It would be ill advised to attend New York Fashion Week’s debauched Purple magazine party when you’re meant to be at the office at 10 a.m. the following morning. Against all my better judgment, that’s precisely what I did. This season, editor Olivier Zahm held his bash at André Saraiva’s Chez André in the basement of The Standard East Village. Save for a harrowing 5 minutes in which the sound cut out, it was yet another delightful champagne-doused evening for Zahm and his cronies.
In The Bowels of Union Square, There’s a Place Where Models Go…
Do the mere mortals dining on club sandwiches at The Coffee Shop in Union Square have any idea that below their feet, dozens of models – the real kind, who will walk the runways of top designers for New York Fashion Week later this week – are sipping on coconut water, having Xbox dance-offs and getting professional massages? It doesn’t matter, really, because even if they did they wouldn’t be allowed to partake in the fun. The is a subterranean private space for models to relax, gossip in their native tongues and enjoy speakers and events aimed at helping to boost their careers.