UNIQLO shot their next ad campaign today, which means you can finally meet their next golden boy:
Joining the ranks of Jessica Joffe, LeeLee Sobieksi, and Mirabelle Marden is Jack Antonoff, a 25-year old musician with massive hair and a smile to match.
Jack’s band is called Steel Train and perhaps if UNIQLO ever does a TV commercial, they can pay them $150 to use their music… look for Jack’s face on a Union Square telephone booth soon!
[TERRY RICHARDSON - AM I THE IMAGINARY SOCIALITE?]
It looks like our Juliet picks were edged out by a choice so obvious, we didn’t even think it:
Sienna Miller is ultra-close to playing a star-cross’d lover at the Public Theater this season.
The only weird part about that is, we’ve all seen Sienna as a star-cross’d lover, and just a crossed one, in US Weekly - can she make us believe she’s doing it all for the first time on stage?
We think yes, Sienna would be luminous, though so would Ari Gayno and other young actresses who aren’t yet superstars.
Romeo will probably be Oscar Isaac, who was last at the Public in Two Gents a musical based on Two Gentleman of Verona that’s so bad it’s awesome.
[LAURA KASISCHKE - AM I THE IMAGINARY SOCIALITE?]
This Goyard wallet is extremely well traveled - in the past six months, it has been to London, Paris, Australia, the Alice Ritter fashion show, the New York apartment of a British Vogue editor, and to the home of an Oscar nominated movie star.
But was it born in France or China?
Alas, accessories don’t come with passports…
[JASMIN AL FAYED - AM I THE IMAGINARY SOCIALITE?]
Paul, 6 points
So Smart It Hurts, 19 points
So Sweet It’s Silly, 21 points
Shares Brownies, 22 points
Still Lost, 9 points
(awww)
[ANNEKA JONES - AM I THE IMAGINARY SOCIALITE?]
This mermaid-colored Razr came from which Chloe loving star?
a) Michelle Williams
b) Kirsten Dunst
c) Gemma Ward
d) Zooey Deschanel
[ELLEN DEGENERES - AM I THE IMAGINARY SOCIALITE?]
Spotted on a Fort Greene sidewalk:
“Jew Making Classes”
Unfortunately, the sign seems to be fake - it lacks a kugel appreciation week, a Hannukah song rhyming battle, lessons on how to feed your friends when they’re sick or bummed out, and a biography day on Natalie Portman.
Maybe something for the JCC to explore…
[SARAH SILVERMAN - AM I THE IMAGINARY SOCIALITE?]
Up and coming designer, blonde. Up and coming model, blonde. We’re dizzy, too.
[CATH KIDSON - AM I THE IMAGINARY SOCIALITE?]
The new Prada phone ads, starring Gemma Sasha, who’s ultra blonde hair throws us for a major trip, but still can’t pull me away from my Sidekick…
[PHOTO BY SCOTT SCHUMAN - XOXO]
1. BRUNCH.
All friends flake, but this one felt suspicious. “I feel totally dropped,” I say after three texts go ignored, from the guy I used to call for everything. Everyone nods. “It’s not just you,” they comfort over pancakes, “It’s Warhol, for our generation.” He’s abandoning me for a wig and Liz Taylor? “No,” they explain, “Like fifteen minutes of fame? Except now it’s fifteen minutes of friendship. You’re a star and then you’re out.” This makes me sad, so they make me drink a milkshake. “It’s okay,” they laugh, “We’re not like him. We’re always your friends.” This is true, I know, and the sugar has numbed my ego.
2. DINNER.
“I think you keep people from me,” another friend accuses, which means I need more wine. “You have this influence with people,” he’s not letting up. “I don’t know - I think you told everyone you hated me and now they won’t call me back.”
“Everyone’s really busy,” I answer, “They’re recovering from Fashion Week (true). And I would never do that to you (true). But also, have you heard this fifteen minutes theory?” He hasn’t.
3. MAC AND CHEESE
Factory Girl annoys me because for maybe fifteen mintues, Sienna Edie and Hayden Bob have reached an understanding, and for maybe fifteen minutes, we did too. When you leave I know you’re a liar, but instead of getting mad, I get my camera and lie on my bed in the new dress taking pictures.
Maybe we were only in love for fifteen minutes, but a good photo on the internet is forever.
[MELITA SAWYER - AM I THE IMAGINARY SOCIALITE?]
The poster people must have planned this:
Dan Keyes’ new ads for Young Love are slapped right next to the new McQ campaign on the streets.
It was freezing so I huddled toward the wall to keep away the wind. They were closer to my heart that way.
[KATY ENGLAND - AM I THE IMAGINARY SOCIALITE?]
sorry, I saw their new photos and I just couldn’t resist it, but I think with this one, you’ll either get it or you won’t…
[FREJA BEHA - AM I THE IMAGINARY SOCIALITE?]
Had it been another day
I might have looked the other way
And I’d have never been aware
But as it is I’ll dream again tonight
Falling, yes I am falling…
[ZACK SECKLER - AM I THE IMAGINARY SOCIALITE?]
OMG and congratulations to two Imaginary Socialite favorites, both of whom landed a coveted Style slot last week:
First, Chris Benz pummeled Fashion Week so hard that Eric Wilson proclaimed his stuff is “the best example of the heightened level of sophistication that is expected of new designers today.” If Interview doesn’t do a whole spread on his photo booth pictures, it is because they are home sick with the flu.
Meanwhile, Ruth LaFerla hopped the Agyness train, calling her a “Tasty Tastemaker of the Runway.” We thought the title was sort of nuts, but wait - we asked Agyness to hold a hot pink balloon asking if she was the Imaginary Socialite. Three months ago. So yeah, we get it.
[BEN GIBBARD - AM I THE IMAGINARY SOCIALITE?]
(as forwarded to the I.S. by a future billboard babe…)
To: SecretBoy@gmail.com
From: Uniqlo@casting.com
Hello
Thank you for your recent submission to the Casting of the Uniqlo Terry Richardson project.
I wanted to let you know that you are in the final edit for the casting, and before we confirm anyone, I will be doing a go-see/casting either Thursday or Friday this week.
I will be updating you tomorrow (Tuesday) on the venue and date.
So look forward to meeting you – thanks again for your submission.
Madeleine
[DARLA BAKER - AM I THE IMAGINARY SOCIALITE?]
And here’s a mix up: once I had the bed to myself, I realized I look good in the morning. By “good,” I think I mean this: the same as I would any other way. Since then, I have not cared - matted hair, matte face with no moisturizer, eyeliner from yesterday, fine.
I have also started to notice: when I walk alone, the world shifts a little. Specifically, when I walk alone next to couples. They seem to get closer, with one shared, swift gesture: as I pass, the girl makes sure to lock the boy’s hand in hers, and take the lead. It happens at least twice a time when I walk outside.
An informal poll in a smoke fueled loft reveals it’s not just me. “It’s a maneuver,” explains a designer. She puts vodka shots into her champagne and sits in an open window with her cigarette, even though it’s five degrees. “It’s a sexy girl thing.”
I tell her some of the girls who do it don’t look that sexy - “not them, you.” I tell her I am not sexy but gross, and - in fact - have started wearing dresses to sleep and then out again the next day. “Exactly,” she nods, and we decide to smoke in the elevator, which is warmer.
At coffee the next day with a friend, and we share a cafe sofa. A boy sits across from our table, and she does her own swift gesture: her knees transfer their direction towards me, and she pushes her teacup so it’s touching mine.
The boy looks away, and she looks at my dress. “Cute,” she approves, “where’s it from?”
“It’s from yesterday,” I smile, and across from us, the boy laughs.
[NADINE GORDIMER - AM I THE IMAGINARY SOCIALITE?]