On Monday evening in Paris, Carly Claus and fashion designer Rick Owens were remembering their first meeting. It was, Ms. Claus said, 17 years ago when she was so fresh to modeling that her mother went into fitting with her.
What difference does it make a decade and a half. Today Ms. Claus sits on the Mount Rashmore of the models who are domestic names. Along with her husband, Joshua Kushner, she also runs the bedford media, which is a buried media group, and it is in the capacity that she re -joined the follower of Paris Fashion Week with Mr. Owens in one night at night.
Mr. Owens and his wife, Mitchell Lammy, offered Ms. Claus, who celebrated the ID magazine’s relative, offered his Left Bank Messon for a dinner, which was bought by Model-Mogul in 2023 after his previous owner’s vice after the goal.
“This is an extraordinary piece of fashion history,” Ms. Claus said on the clinking of Champions of Champagne. “I didn’t want it to die now.”
The magazine’s mission, Thom Bettridge, the new editor of ID, said “what was it, but for now the current spirit was to be restored.”
First, what was: established by Terry Jones in 1980, ID was a sacred text for a generation of Indie fashion acolits. For a young designer, photographer or model, getting an ID feature was like being blessed by the Pope. Mr. Owens remembered that decades ago the ID gave him one of his early profiles.
The first print issue of Ms. Claus’s Overld ID includes cover with model Naomi Campbell, whose first magazine cover was actually the 1996 issue of ID, and Enza Khauri, Anga Khauri, a heritophore unknown 18-year-old high schooler, more than Ohio, which was selected from more than 800 undivided entry, which replied to the I-Decating Call.
“We just wanted to seal someone who is completely new as Terry Jones,” said Mr. Bettrid.
The magazine had blown Ms. Khauri and her father Adam in Paris for dinner. Wearing a sleeveless Gucci dress (she had chosen outfits from option ID, helped safely help for her), Ms. Khauri said that it was the first time to leave the country, parachutes in Paris Fashion Week alone alone. She was surprised, she said, with the hygiene of highways and the abundance of electric cars. The next day, she was participating in MIU MIU and Kiko Kostadinov fashion shows with ID team.
“This is an incredibly beautiful thing,” Mr. Khauri said about his daughter’s real European spin.
Other dinner-gourns, who were sitting in thronelic chairs of the construction of Mr. Owens, used to take a soup with Martini glass, there were less new in the ID pages, a sign that the new ownership did not dilute reverence that they are for the magazine in the industry.
Jurgan Taylor, who shot several ID covers, came out of the guests in his pink T-shirt. (Chetu Owens seems to have an unspecified dress code.)
German photographer Wolfgang Tilman, another previous cover contributor, convened with Belgian artist Luke Tuimans, and Petra Collins, who took a picture of rapper SZA for the 2018 ID cover, went to the dining room with Benjamin Baron and Bror Augst Westbo, who are designers of the bazi labeled.
Mr. Jones was unable to participate in the party, but his college-age granddaughter, Phoenix Rodan, was present, an indication that the new recurrence of the ID was blessed by the family.
Ms. Claus worked in the room in an idol Rick Owens dress. “Can you sit in it?” Mr. Bettrid asked. Ms. Claus assured her that she could do it and prove that this dinquee has come.
During dinner, Mr. Owens scored a goal on a bench made of human hair.
“There is a certain amount of gravitas to be printed,” Mr. Owens said why he offered his home for the occasion. “Everything online is very fragmented.”
The magazine’s point was brief as he is more interested in playing art docments in his house.
For a few minutes, only Petit Miami Rapper stopping to congratulate Jetty, who wore a formal owens gown, the designer called highlights from her terrible art collection. A grand art Nouveau Kalash by Georges Hotselle on a contrast wall was Kalash. On his left, his daughter was a garnica-induced mural by Scarlett Roose, with a fossil-looking Ansalem keeper suit at the top. There was another keeper piece around the corner, which Mr. Owens said, “Head, chief.”
Another room had a tank full of sperm from Gonzo musician-artist Tommy Cash. Nevertheless, the most out-off-place cheese in the concrete mausoleum of Mr. Owen’s house was a bear copy machine out of a suburban business center. Chez Owens, it appears, a real live functioning place.
After dinner, the guests were filled in the living room, where she found singing with ASAP Rocky while singing Ms. Lammy “You and Beautiful”, which slipped during a sweet course in the channel ski cap, snakekin puma sneakers and black-out re-ban, which she never took. Near midnight, Mr. Owens slipped from above. It was a bed time.
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