At the Marrakech Film Festival, we took a break from the red carpet, Dior parties, dizzying souks and sinus-clearing spice markets to visit a fashion oasis. Yves Saint Laurent said of Marrakech, "The city taught me color," and there's a cornea-burning amount of it at the Jardin Majorelle. An exhibit of the couturier's vibrant djellabas, velvet Zouave pants, African bead dresses, and other Moroccan-inspired pieces—forty in all—has just launched in the shock-blue museum in the center of the sprawling garden, purchased by Saint Laurent and Pierre Bergé in 1980 and renovated ever since. On the other side of the grounds, nestled in a peaceful patch of bamboo, sits a quiet memorial to the master...
Stephen Jones gives us his unique perspective on Boy George, Elsa Schiaparelli and the Diamond Jubilee...
Our latest up-and-comer, Zen, shot to the model stratosphere last season with castings at Prada and Chanel....
The British collective I Love Dust has partnered with Karl Lagerfeld's KARL label on a collection of limited-edition T-shirts inspired by his off-the-cuff witticisms...
Jan-Jan Van Essche's Antwerp-based men's line possesses a vaguely ethnic, urban-nomad, unisex appeal...…
A new rumor about her post-French Vogue plans seems to hatch every other day. This one, however, appears plausible...…
Fondazione Prada, Miuccia Prada and Patrizio Bertelli's palatial new art space in Venice, is beyond reproach...…