On a bright full moon night, Marcelo Burlon went to play music for Milan’s own Margherita Missoni’s Birthday party. He was accompanied by Myself and his DJ partner. The theme was “Jamaica”. The staging made the royal flat look like a Chinatown bibelot shop with bright works of art on the walls. More pictures here too.

Thank you Elisa for the invites and the fun time & gorgeous food! Next night was crazy too but I gotta find some time to write about it. Last weekend in Milano was overall crazy!

Always a pleasure to see our friend Justin and even better this time because he was surrounded by his latest collection. A breath of fresh air at Somerset House yesterday.

Miss Groover’s latest works were on show today. On the right is her view once it was all over. I arrived too late to see any of the clothes but I know they’re all black and that’s good with me. Tall enough to catch the make up though.

You can see her current collection in a vid by Joachim Norvik here.

whichever way you look at it, the writing is on the wall for traditional catwalk shows (with mcqueen passing the fashion industry has lost someone who knew this all too well and embraced the challenge of finding new alternatives). this presentation for the new Grenoble line by Moncler is pure showmanship, staged at the driving range on a snowy Chelsea Pier in New York.

Today marks the opening of Copenhagen Fashion Week, so to our Scandinavian friends I say Skaal!

Me, I’m anticipating the runway photos from afar, but my heart and apparently also my fashion sense is firmly lodged in a pseudo-Viking thorax for the occasion.

Bibi Ghost is a label new to me, but judging by the looks of the S/S ‘10 collection (big drapey layers, lots of black mixed with neutrals/pastel), completely up my alley.

Henrik Vibskov should of course already be well-known to Sang Bleu followers, but every season his technical mastery just increases, as does my deep and abiding passion for his (also drapey, also black-shrouded–obviously my taste in fashion is coming to the fore here) designs, while sadly my finances keep declining: somebody bring me back a bag of Vibskov-Copenhagen swag, toute suite!

And finally, my favorite new line (new to me, anyway): Barbara i Gongini! When I first laid eyes on the layers of black tulle and full, swoopy silhouettes, I knew I had stumbled upon a Scandi treasure trove.

I really want to be wearing that deconstructed Danish Goth tutu right now. Tak, farvel!

Today way a pretty empty, nothing-filled day when I said, “I know what I want to get.”
And then you said something.
I said “I want to define myself.”
You said something else.
I said “I want to get a definition—or definitions of words. I want to be labeled. Annotated.”
You said “I don’t get it.”
And even though (of course) there is something to get, I said “I don’t know what you’re expecting to get.”
You said “I like it.” You kept talking. You offered suggestions like it was your idea.

And now you absolutely need to check out THE BIGGEST SANG BLEU EVER: