Arden Wohl

Denise Wohl, mother of headband-wearing alterna-socialite Arden, has started a new comic book company, Intrinsic Comics, hiring James Shooter, the former editor in chief of Marvel Comics, where she used to work as a letterer, to help realize her vision.  read more »

We caught up with New York fashion designer Marc Bouwer last night at the Humane Society’s third annual “Cool vs. Cruel” awards ceremony, which attracted an eclectic mix of critter-lovers to Lotus Space on West 26th Street.

If Mr. Bouwer were offered an animal-reincarnation card in the hereafter, he’d like to come back as a cat. “I think cats have got it made, because they can take care of themselves. They’re very clean, and they’re sort of self-sufficient. They’re sleek, and they always seem to have fun and find playfulness in just about anything,” Mr. Bouwer purred in a pair of Chuck Taylors, graphite-colored skinny jeans and a puffy black coat.

Animals have apparently long been important to the South African-born designer, who has collected a coterie of adoring Hollywood stars who flaunt his vegan duds. Angelina Jolie, Whitney Houston, Jennifer Lopez, Beyoncé, Heidi Klum, Paris Hilton and Shania Twain have all donned Mr. Bouwer’s aqueous, form-fitting gowns, which are mostly fashioned from high-quality jersey, cashmere, silk crepe and velvet.  read more »

Last night, DKNY rented a space next door to Donna Karan’s Urban Zen store on Greenwich street to fete their latest fragrance, Delicious Night.

Arden Wohl arrived punctually at 7 PM, goosing an unprepared line of paparrazi. About an hour later, actress Ali Larter showed up looking glam in high suede Marc Jacobs boots and—how appropriate!—a short DKNY dress. Asked what, in her view, a delicious night would entail, Ms. Larter, 31, who famously donned a whip-cream bikini in Varsity Blues, said that tonight was sure to be delicious. Do tell ... After leaving the party, she and a few girlfriends planned to head over to Graydon Carter’s nearby Waverly Inn, where they would “sit and eat oysters and drink champagne till dawn!” Oh.

Inside, Christina Ricci (sporting a short, light-brown bob haircut), socialites Dabney Mercer, Olivia Palermo, and Margarita Missoni, Vanity Fair's Alexis Bryan, and Zoe Kravitz, were all huddled in a roped-off VIP area in the center of the room, while hip-hop artist Common performed about ten feet away. Demi Moore and Bruce Willis' daughter, Rumer, wearing a revealing black dress that showed off a bird tattoo on her right shoulder blade, seemed more interested in texting on her iPhone.

Male socialite Derek Blasberg arrived late with a few friends, including his paramour, former Vogue assistant, Lyle Maltz. They were joined by Chessy Wilson, Donna Karan, Ingrid Sischy, Lily Cole, Marisa Tomei, DKNY CEO Mark Weber, Melissa George, Michelle Barish, Rashida Jones and William Lauder.  read more »

Late last night at Simon Hammerstein and Richard Kimmel’s celeb-infested, serially newsworthy Lower East Side cabaret, The Box, the actress Leelee Sobieski wore a top-hat and slinky tank top and carried a mold of her own skull (it had been commissioned for an upcoming film, Night Train, she explained, in which she stars with Danny Glover). The occasion was Kiki de Montparnasse’s evening of “erotic entertainment and discovery” (which began with a dinner at the SoHo skivvies store and then moved East to Chrystie Street), and Ms. Sobieski—blonde, dewy, gratuitously tall, alarmingly unguarded—was dressed as a Latin phrase. More specifically: “My conceptual bullshit costume is Memento Mori. When you realize your death is inevitable.”  read more »

Good God, is it Fashion Week again already? However did this happen?

In today's salmon sheet:

• Meredith Bryan meets rising designer Chris Benz, who's somehow making a name for himself without clothing big tacky celebrities (though he does know a few demi-socialites).

• Simon Doonan mourns the closing of The Noose, a kinky sex shop in Chelsea, wondering if it's somehow connected to the mainstreaming of sartorial sadomasochism.

• David Foxley meets Sudanese mannequin Alek Wek near the top of the Empire State building, resulting in an intense case of vertigo.

• Spencer Morgan deconstructs the millinery efforts of socialte Arden Wohl's mother, Denise.

• And let's not forget those beautiful bicycle girls—many of them, after all, are models.

Stay tuned for excited scribbles from the runways.