What It Means To Be Dressed To Kill
The release party feting Gloss: The Work of Chris von Wangenheim, a book on the life and work of the legendary 1970s German fashion photographer, was (probably) nothing short of spectacular. Sponsored by Bookmarc and hosted by notable fashion designer, Marc Jacobs, the party was scheduled to take place at Tunnel, an infamous 80s nightclub in Manhattan’s Chelsea neighborhood.
While the venue, which shuttered in 2001, may have caused confusion, there was no way to misinterpret the dress code for the event. Included with the invitation was an explicit explanation, printed in all caps, that in no uncertain terms laid out the appropriate apparel for the evening… Please note the below, and be assured that the next event I host will be accompanied by a similar request, nay, demand that everyone show up dressed to kill.
STRICT DRESS TO KILL CODE WILL BE ENFORCED: FUR COATS OVER LINGERIE, LIP GLOSS, JERRY HALL SIDE-SWEPT HAIR, SEQUINS, GOLD LAMÉ TURBANS, PATTI HEARST SYMBIONESE LIBERATION ARMY GEAR, ROGUE, ROLLERINA CHIC, SHEER HAREM PANTS, MINI SKIRTS AND MUSCULAR LEGS, PLATINUM RECORDS AS HEAD GEAR, SEQUINS, GRACE JONES BUTCH REALNESS, GLOSS-Y SKIN, BLEACHED EYEBROWS, SLITS, RIDING IN ON A WHITE HORSE, SEQUINS, SKY HIGH STILETTOS, MIRRORED AVIATORS, METAL MESH, COWL NECKLINE HALTERS, OR EYES OF LAURA MARS CHIC. NO FLAT SHOES. NO MATTE SURFACES. NO NATURAL LOOKS.
(Oh, and did they mention sequins?)
My invitation for the event must have got lost in the mail… An unforgivable oversight by the U.S. Postal Service, but perhaps what is most disappointing is that I’ve been waiting for the perfect opportunity to rock my Patty Hearst Symbionese Liberation Army Gear with sequined roller skates…
Image source PAPER Mag
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