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At Samsung, a phone isn’t properly tested until a butt has been rubbed up all over it. [BuzzFeed]
Donald Trump thinks the GOP lost the presidential election because they didn’t appeal to enough Latinos and Asians. [Talking Points Memo]
Asian American consumers are projected to have over $1 trillion in buying power in the next five years. Marketers, get going already. [Los Angeles Times]
China’s People Daily Online was fooled by The Onion‘s selection of North Korean leader Kim Jong-un as their sexiest man alive for 2012. [The Daily Beast]
Some racists on Twitter are saying they hate Asians because of the recent remake of Red Dawn. [Racebending]
Some jerks vandalized the Vietnamese Student Union and a bathroom stall at UCLA with sexist and racist slogans this week. [Angry Asian Man]
Emily Joffe, who writes Slate’s “Dear Prudence” advice column, got a letter from a White dude who doesn’t want mixed race kids with his East Asian wife, and her reply was AWESOME: Continue reading Intern Jasmine’s Links Of The Daysian: The Ass Pants & Butt-Rubbing Edition
Filed under: 2 Broke Girls, Alexander Wang, Asian Moms, Donald Trump, Gangnam Style, Glee, Intern Jasmine's Links of the Daysian, Matthew Moy, Mixed Race Kids, Opening Ceremony, Racebending, Red Dawn, Samsung, The Onion, Yoko Ono
I generally do not like excessively well-dressed children. Clarification: I generally do not like the parents of excessively well-dressed children, specifically their inability to keep their desperate aspirational spooge from spilling over onto their offspring in such an obvious way.
Don’t get me wrong. I like excessively well-dressed people. Grown-ups who have had a say in the matter of what they’re wearing (and have actually paid for what they’re wearing, too). And I do like cute kids’ clothes, I really do, and I don’t think a kid has to dress like Sesame Street just vomited on them, but when the way a child dresses starts to veer into “chic” or “cool” or what fashion people call “style,” I’m out. (Same goes for rock t-shirts on babies. Stop it with the Metallica and Beastie Boys and David Bowie shirts, all of you.)
So imagine my surprise when I saw pictures of designer Alexander Wang’s niece, Aila Wang, at this year’s New York Fashion Week, and found myself wondering if this 4 year-old wasn’t some kind of sartorial chosen one? Or, at the very least, my spirit animal:
Maybe it’s because she’s Asian and a total muffin, regardless of what she’s wearing. Maybe it’s because I want her entire outfit head-to-toe (Nike Free Runs with a python dress designed by her uncle?! Genius.) I don’t know. I’m so confused right now.
Filed under: #NYFW, Alexander Wang, Alexander Wang's niece Aila Wang, Asian American Designers, Asian Designers, Fashion, Fashion for Children, Fashionable Children, Fashism, New York Fashion Week, Spirit Animals
Last week, I caught up with the goings-on of NY fashion week almost entirely through the musings of our pals The Fug Girls for NY Mag, who thankfully survived a 20-minute fashionista pileup at the Erin Fetherston show, multiple uses of those hideous Port-a-Johns in Lincoln Center, and about a zillion (which is probably a zillion too many) sightings of the newly-single Vanessa Hudgens:
But aside from The Fug Girls’ fun anecdotes, stories about this annual fashion clusterfuck tend to just annoy and/or confuse me. Maybe I’m grouchy because I need a new bag. And some new booties. And a new brown pleather minidress. And I’m suffering from a raging case of lady hormones. And I’m freezing my arse off (LA’s in the 50s right now–but it feels like 37 degrees in my house), so looking at a bunch of skinny people with bare legs instead of winter coats in February in cold-ass New York just makes me feel COLDER.
Now London is celebrating its own Fashion Week, and I can’t seem to deal with it either. My fingers are freezing just as I type the word “fashion.” Is that why I can’t look at these pictures of you outside the Burberry show, Gemma Chang? Whoever you are? Who are you?
Filed under: Alexander Wang, Alexander Wang's Niece, Alla Goldman, Burberry, Chanel, Clusterfucks, Fashion Shows, Fashion Victims, Fashion Weak, Fashion Week, Fug Girls, Gemma Chang Who Are You?, Go Fug Yourself, Lady Hormones, London, London Fashion Week, Maggie Cheung Rules, New York, New York Fashion Week, Strappy Sandals Make Me Vomit, Vanessa Hudgens
Gay Asian and Pacific Islander Men of New York has been hearing reports of the queer API community being kept out of certain clubs in New York City. If this bullshit has happened to you, report it to GAPIMNY online. [GAPIMNY]
Party people! Hyphen Magazine‘s release party for issue #21, The New Legacy issue, is this Friday night at Mighty in San Francisco. [Hyphen]
Asian-American students continue to outperform other SAT test takers, the only group to see gains in scores since last year. So does the A in “SAT” stand for “Amazian”? [WSJ]
Filed under: #NYFW, Alexander Wang, Cathy Horyn, Electric Car, Fashion, GAPIMNY, Gay Asian and Pacific Islander Men of New York, Hyphen Magazine, New York Fashion Week, Nissan LEAF, NISSAN Motor Company, NISSAN Motors, SAT, Standard Aptitude Test
Name: Patrick Li
Occupation: Art Director, Graphic Designer, Creative Director and Principal of the branding firm Li, Inc.
Known for: Integrating the inscrutable design aesthetic of your favorite amazian fashion designers (from Alexander Wang to Philip Lim to Jason Wu) into the strangely-important little pieces–like label tags and gift boxes.
The NYTimes did a fascinating profile of Li over the weekend, in which he is depicted as both a design and communication genius. In the article, Rodarte co-designer Kate Mulleavy explains Li’s gift: “I would describe Patrick’s work as like distilling something to the purest form”–likely why the boldest and most complex of the fashion world flock to him when trying to determine their season’s essence.
We fancy ourselves a bit complex… now, all we have to do is see if he’ll redesign the DISGRASIAN logo in exchange for both of our first-born. And maybe a nice bottle of scotch.
Filed under: Alexander Wang, Art Directors, Asian Fashion Designers, Communicasian, Cool Dudes, Creative Directors, Fashion, Fashion Pioneers, Fashionistos, Fashism, Graphic Designers, It's All In The Tag, Jason Wu, Packages, Patrick Li, Phillip Lim, Rodarte
Name: Takeru Kobayashi
Hails from: Japan
Occupation: Competitive Eater
Why He’s a Babe: Wait, wut? Takeru Kobayashi got hot?! Sure, he got pwned (and disowned by certain people) for the 3rd year running in the biggest event of his, er, sport, but he wins when it comes to making his, er, sport appear less repellent, which is no small achievement. Because competitive eating is gross. But Kobayashi’s new Alexander Wang-ish haircut? Kute!
Keep it up, Takeru. The cuteness, we mean, and not so much the throwing up in your mouth.
The CFDA Fashion Awards took place last night in New York, and there were Asians all up in the joint. (Have you ever wondered what it is about our people and fashion design?) Doo-Ri Chung, Peter Som, and Phillip Lim were in attendance. Alexander Wang took home the Swarovski Award for Womenswear–given each year to an up-and-coming designer–after beating out Thakoon Panichgul and Jason Wu.
Michelle Obama was given a special tribute award for supporting American designers, which was an indirect nod to Thakoon and Jason Wu, whose profiles were elevated significantly after the First Lady wore their designs at two major events during the election (the last night of the DNC and the Inaugural Ball, respectively). Jason Wu was also at Monday night’s CFDA’s. Here he is with awards presenter Diane Kruger, in his design:
And again with Jack White:
Hey! That’s not Jason Wu! (That’s another little Asian person, Anna Sui, who received a lifetime achievement award.)
But the similarities are striking, we have to admit.
Filed under: Alexander Wang, Asian Fashion Designers, CFDA/Vogue Fashion Fund Award, Doo-Ri Chung, Fashism, Jason Wu, Michelle Obama Fashion, Mistasian Identity, Peter Som, Phillip Lim, Thakoon Panichgul
Can I call you Alex? I feel like I can, since you’re Chinese-American and I am, too, and we have the same last name, which means we’re practically related. First things first–congratulasians on winning the CFDA/Vogue Fashion Fund award! You rule! Your clothes–a clever mix of grunge street urchin and 80′s lady—are the bomb! Anna Wintour has found room in her icy, unsmiling, chinchilla-clad heart to love you! In other words, you have arrived.
And now that you’ve arrived, you really don’t need advice from anyone, except your CFDA/Vogue Fashion Fund mentor who comes with the prize. But allow me to make one small, albeit bold, suggestion–as bold as those raggedy denim cut-offs you designed for fall and had the balls to charge $285.00 for when they look like that item of clothing one feels is too trashed to even donate to the homeless–please start saying our last name right. “Waaaang” is waaaaack. “Wong” is right. There is, I’m afraid, no middle ground. Think of this as your Demi Moore moment. Remember back in the late 80′s, circa Ghost, when Demi Moore went from being known as “Dem-ee” to “Duh-mee,” seemingly overnight? Of course you don’t, because you were just a wee lad back then. But, look. It happened. And everyone got with the program. And instead of people being, like, WTF is up with that, they threw money at this born-again creature “Duh-mee” and she became the highest-paid female movie star in the land (until she did The Scarlet Letter, Striptease, and G.I. Jane in that order and all but killed her career, but that’s another story).
You’ve made it, sweetie. Which means that people have to start saying your name right. You could even pull a Prince and start going by a symbol, and people would have to respect that (please don’t). And you don’t want to mistaken for, like, Vera Waaaang’s relasian, do you? She’s so yesterday’s news. And you, my friend, are the future.
love you Wang time,
May 30, 2008 should be remembered, not only as the release date of the longest “Sex and The City” episode yet, but as the day the dreamy collaborasian between designer Alexander Wang and Japanese retailer Uniqlo became fashion reality.
The proposition came from Uniqlo, as much a surprise as a delight.
“I replied like, ‘Yeaaaaah’ and ran screaming to my brother and sister who I work with, just so excited.”
Fans and followers flocked to Uniqlo’s SoHo flagship to line up as early as 8 AM for an 11 AM opening. Meanwhile, Wang marveled as friends and family snatched up the adorable, reasonably priced dresses.
“It’s amazing, that’s just like wow, we didn’t announce it!” he said. “I mean, there were blogs and online things, but that people actually followed it means so much to me that people love the clothes so much they came here early.”
So modest, and so talented, that Alexander. So when will Uniqlo answer my fashion prayers and open a store in Chicago? Or start selling their lovely wares on-line?
Age: 23 (What?!?)
Occupation: Fashion designer and resident skinny-mini
Known for: dropping out of Parsons to start his own label in 2006, great taste in music (Depeche Mode’s “Enjoy the Silence” is the current soundtrack to Wang’s website), yummy cashmere sweater dresses, and a kickass fall-winter collection that reminds us of an 80′s Patrick Nagel print (i.e. the cover of Duran Duran’s Rio).
Click here to see Alexander Wang’s Fall-Winter 2007 collection.