October 25, 2010
A SNEAK look at Tyrant Collection!
This past week we have been working extreme hours putting together the new campaign for Tyrant Collection!
The gorgeous Angie Engemann graces this video with her stunning looks that captivate all that watch her. A true modern day siren. Our new girl about town has the confidence and stride that make her the perfect face of our company. We could not be more thrilled to introduce a sneak peek into our latest shoot and show off the latest Tyrant doll.
Enjoy and envy babes,
Ty
October 12, 2010
Long Live McQueen!
Losing him in the fashion world was a blow that hit hard. When the news struck me I was half way through my scone, latte, and WWD when I received a call from a friend who had read the news from online. I was surprisingly filled with an emotion like a dear friend had passed. Never meeting Lee McQueen, I felt like we had many encounters, sometimes daily, as I fingered through his clothes to dress clients, adorning myself with my most prized fashion possession ( an olive scarf from his latest launch) or reading up on his latest Couture line. He was around more than you knew.
Seeing the latest collection, the first from his right hand woman Sarah Burton who is now at the helm of the dynasty that is McQueen, I was very overjoyed with her taking over the line. The video below says it all. I hope you love it as I do.
Cheerio chaps,
Ty
October 11, 2010
October 10, 2010
Alter Ego
As the month thickens to Halloween, the spirits are defiantly out. We all know that I am OBSESSED with all things dark, Gothic, and most important, GLAMOURS! This season Tom Ford was the very essence of just that. Sticking Nicholas Hoult and the gorge Freja Beha along with a very special cameo from the ravens (ahmazing!) His campaign turned out to be nothing less than what I hope to one day live my life like. Everything except the painful crow-on-nipple action. Lets get real, its from Mr. Ford and it wouldn't be his own without that edge. And I wouldn't love him any other way. Edgar Allan Poe would defiantly be proud.
Nevermore. . . I just couldn't resist
Ty
October 3, 2010
You and me at Club 33
Hi, my name is Ty and I am addicted to Disneyland. There I said it, thank you for your support. You have all been to Disneyland before, but do you recall a "secret" door deep in the French Quarter of New Orleans? Perhaps not, why you ask? Because this members only establishment's door has been painted "no-see-um green" created by Imagineers, this color is the least detectable by the human eye! Named "Club 33" after the address, 33 Royal Street, Disneyland CA. It is the only establishment in the magical land that has a physical address listed with the state- Since 33 is the only place in the park that serves alcohol, it needed an address because of California liqueur laws.
Walt, yes, I call him Walt. . . we are old friends. My old pal Walt wanted a place he could entertain colleagues, heads of state, dignitaries, influential businessmen along with Stylists and Bloggers. A place where they could escape the high energy of the park below.
Me and Brandon were about to do just that! With the lift of a small brass door on the side of the main entry lies a buzzer. Press that and a lovely operator will request your name to check the validity of your reservation. After you hear a quiet "ding" you are in. . . Let me just start off by saying how astounding it was to be in the four walls of the foyer. A stair case to my left, a French lift (not elevator. This piece of machinery was hand crafted after one my buddy Mr. Disney experienced in France) and a put together pert receptionist to my right. I then realized this was the woman that asked our name outside, she called us using an antique candlestick telephone- you know the one where the earpiece is independent from the microphone- she, we will call her "Rosemary" invited us to use the lift, or take the stairs. Being the strapping strong men that we are- we took the lift. How often does one get to do that?! Reaching the second story, you can see fantastic views out the balcony windows of the pond and New Orleans. The air is different up here. . . perfumed with the largest and most delicious buffet I have ever laid eyes on. This is not Vegas. We were escorted to our table, get this, everything has "33" engraved, printed, or stamped on it. Not in a goddy I-need-to-monogram-everything-I-touch sort of way, but in a subtly classy kind.
Our waitress was a complete doll, she looked like Ms. Potts from Beauty and the Beast and had been a waitress there for over 20 years. She was very intriguing and after she served me a ten dollar mocha (DIVINE!) she brought out the check along with a official "Club 33" pen for us. I guess that's what a $200 lunch will get you. We took the stairs down, said our salutations to Rosemary and opened the opulent door feeling like a million.
The doorway to Club 33
The brass communication buzzer
My place setting
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