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My first day with Nouveau-PR

img_07562.JPGDue to an unfortunate broken alarm clock, I scurried my things and took a cab for my first day of work: destination Nouveau-PR: 150 Spring St.  I rang the buzzer and was confronted with an incredibly long staircase up to the top with three plateaus. Luckily, my stop was on the second.  I opened the door and came into a large briefcase of a room, with beautifully embellished white ceilings, perfectly contrasting the cement white brick walls.  There is a beautiful three-paned window in the center of the room where the Head mistress and Head master sit, Corinna and Michael. I began my day opening boxes that were left over from the move only a day prior, and began to learn about each designer Nouveau PR represents.  I ferociously scanned old and new look books, magazine credit pullouts, and bios and various articles on the designers.  I carefully separated each designer into his own pile and then placed each division into a plastic filing bin.I was pleasantly surprised to learn that Corinna, the Headmistress, had already carved a space in her Fashion Fun-land just for me- a beautiful antique wooden desk and even this Apple computer.  I was delighted.

First things first I checked my email and then began the networking part of the job that Corinna had hired me for in the first place. I got onto to Nouveau-PR’s group and began to rework it and then created an I <3 Nouveau-PR fan page.  She took a picture for the new space which complements the clothing, beautiful, harmonious, and even its own little kinks.

After I created the Nouveau-PR Facebook page, I snuck into the back of the room and happened to see a white platform bootie with trompe-l’oeil laces on it. I must have this!  I had hit the treasure chest.  Old shoes form spring collections from LD Tuttle, A.F. Vandervorst.  “I thought these were you,” Corinna said, “Wear them Please,” she declared.  This is a dream job-learning about new designers, helping them gain brand awareness and lastly, free clothing, shoes and accessories to borrow anytime I pleased.

Alas, I loved the shoes but then when one of the interns had finished unpacking all of the clothing for Fall from Corinna’s designers, I was like a kid in the candy store.  Just a few of my favorites include Bland’s, black vest with a belt around the collar placed to not only pop the collar but show the slices made in the front under the shoulder.  The back was cinched in like a corset with three rows of what looked like climbing gadgets and buckle material, open grommets and a thick rope sliding through each side coming up to the front.  There is a hidden zipper in the inside right pocket and two trompe-l’oeil buttons.  The back is splattered with open button snaps-this jacket is Sick.  Great for editorial, great for real wear.

Then came across the designer Ideeen.  The most beautiful mint misty green peasant blouse except this n had a twist-a twist of genius. It was corseted in the center with silk ribbon of the same green crisscrossing with panels left open to show beautiful slits of bare skin.  It was simply beautiful.  The piece that I died over was also Ideeem, a sherry red cap sleeve fur dress, just under the knee with black chainmail like knitwear interspersed on the front, skin just barely peaking out like a caged animal. The ombre red is a color I have never seen before and one in which I adore.

I had an unsettling feeling like someone or something was looking over my shoulder-little did I know it was a fabulous pair of pants from Risto Bimbiloski.  Enlarged eagle eyes splattered all along the skintight leggings with delicate ruching around the calf and a thin black knitwear band along each side.  They were stunning in their own right.  I also found a micro mini double-faced bubble skirt by Risto, which looked like it had been shellacked with a pottery glaze.  The material was novel to me, which is not common so I was intrigued and decided I must try it on.  I felt like someone had just painted the mini skirt on me, it fit like a glove.

Then I came across the sexiest and at the same time chicest pair of jodhpurs that I had ever seen by Tim Hamilton.  Black knit and velvet piping, these jodhpurs, had deep roomy pockets and were draped in all the right places.  The wide waistband was the same fabric and piping however in this instance vertical instead of horizontal stripes, with a hidden side zipper on the side.  They were delicious.

Nouveau-PR represents many fashion brands that I wasn’t able to conquer the first day, but there is plenty of time now that I am officially working there part time. I hope you enjoyed this little tale and for more information join I <3 Nouveau PR, and come along for the ride.

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Meeting Marc

Lola by Marc Jacobs

This wasn’t the first time but it was the most important, one I will never forget.  It all started when a friend of a friend got me on the exclusive invite to Marc Jacobs and Vanity Fair’s party to celebrate the launch of his latest perfume Lola.  As I waited for the my friend I was pushed and pulled out of the way while Patrick McMullan shot photos of women with so much botox it seemed to be directly proportional to their heel height. The more glamorous and fabulous they looked, the more frozen and harder it was for them not only to smile but to walk in a straight line.  The older woman all wore Marc Jacobs and Patrick knew them all by first names of course  As they came out of their car, Patrick greeted each with a kiss kiss on each side – the fashionable way to greet.  Then there was a younger group if girls wearing Marc by Marc Jacobs, much more appealing and each girl had her oversize quilted chain handbags slung over their shoulders.

The main room was amazing with all of Marc’s accessories and the beautiful flower top of his perfume bottle was deep magenta, red, hunter green and purple, each layer twisted and turned like flattened licorice. I swear it could have been designed based on one of Stephen Jones’s hat collections.  The flower sits on a thick, inch-long, gold chainmail tube similar to an old antique ring from the 20’s.  The bottle is perfectly perched under the beautiful blossoming flower with LOLA stamped on the front a beautiful piece of art in its own right. I walked up to the counter and the salesperson stuck out his perfectly cuffed sweater and dragon-tattooed hand, spritzed it on a small piece of paper, and held it under my nose. I am not a big perfume person but this was beautiful and feminine yet refreshing. I was reveling in it for the few minutes the smell lasted on my arm while the room got so packed that the smell of sweat began to overtake it. Later I realized that LOLA smells even better five minutes after you put it on.

Back to the scene, little grilled cheese sandwiches were passed around along with fine wine, and the store was even open for us to shop.  I perused and found some delightful goodies in both the clothing area and accessories: some adorable ballet flats with kitten faces pasted on and tromp l’oeil rain boots with a birds eye view of a sneaker on the front, cute tee shirts with Marc’s usual ribbon necklines and ruffle bib collars as well as his trademark military cropped jackets in mandarin red and mint green.  I was bombarded by salespeople constantly asking if I needed another size – they were desperate. “No I’m just browsing,” I repeated.

The suave guys looked like they had all been straight off the jitney from the Hamptons and the girls wore Marc of course: oversized sunglasses, pearl studs, and Christian Louboutin heels, hair perfectly coiffed – not one strand out of place. It was quite hot in the room so my friend and I moseyed our way back into the front room and then I spotted him, directly across the room was Marc standing with two of my old co-workers from WWD.

I marched right up to him. I’ve met Marc three times but I knew he would have a hard time remembering – he meets so many people everyday.  “Hi, I’m Sarah Perpich and I met you at the New York Times ‘Times Talks’ and then at the opening of the Met’s Model as Muse exhibit.” An adorable woman with hair just under her chain standing next to him (later found out she was his publicist) pointed at me and declared, “I remember – you are the girl who asked Marc about the facebook page?”  “Yes,” I smiled and Marc and I laughed.  I gave him my business card and told him about my hopes of writing a feature on him for the next issue of my magazine Wound. He said he had never heard of it but was welcoming and warm and very interested.  “Let’s touch base and follow up,” he said to me and his publicist, “and so nice to see you again.”  As I walked away, my pounding heart started to slow down and I realized that Marc Jacobs actually knows who I am. This man that I follow diligently and loyally throughout his career, his highs and lows, now became real and human – and the best part – he is a truly adorable and sweet person.  It made my night.

After another drink and one more lap around the room for star sightings, my friend and I grabbed our gift bag with the perfume in it and this month’s issue of Vanity Fair and quietly slipped out the back door.  I clearly remember each time I have encountered Marc and hopefully from now on he will say the same about me.

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