Scarlett Rouge

SCARLETT’S LETTERS: Tarts! Frocks! Democracy!

Dear James —

I’ve been meaning to write you. There’s so much I’ve wanted to share, but my head has been so topsy-turvy with all these hats I wear: the chef cap coupled with visual-merchandizer visor topped by a filmmaker’s baseball cap. There are days I feel like a circus acrobat juggling while spinning, suspended in air; I stop for a moment’s reflection, amazed that I have the energy to grow so many arms. I am utterly grateful to have so many delicious ingredients to create the sweet-and-spicy dish that is ma vie.

Scarlett Rouge Backstage Rick Owens

SCARLETT’S LETTERS: A Secret Homelessness

Dear James —

I am walking. Walking. The runway is endless. Literally, it’s a marathon with only one row of seating, and mass of bodies clustering behind it. We were told to run, twice through, while keeping our cool. I’m wearing what hasn’t been seen before. Slightly afraid the Egyptian-esque tubular hat will fly off my small head. This is not my first time strutting down the catwalk; still, adrenaline kicks in, helps me keep up pace.  Adrenaline encourages me. All you got to do is walk. The world’s fashion elite are watching me. Watching as I walk. Flashes from their little snappers.

M.I.A. in Versace

What Government Shutdown? Fashion News for 9 October

Gentle reader,

I was just packing a bag for a quick trip to Baltimore where we are having a short conference to learn more about our amazing anti-aging skincare line.  It’s only a couple of days so that means a pair of Cuccinelli trousers, jeans for traveling, some button-downs and a pair of brown Oxfords that will go with everything and a sweater because it’s raining… but that’s not what’s important right now.  The fact that I detected a bump by my upper lip is what’s important.  It’s probably just a tiny ingrown hair from shaving this morning but it’s going to look like a pimple and that’s not what you want to have on your face when you’re hanging out with a few thousand people who are all examining your skin.

Other than that and this annoying government shutdown business, you’d think that not much groundbreaking stuff is happening at the moment but, au contraire!,

Goddesses, Nymphs and Tramps

TUTTLE MODE

by James Tuttle

Gentle reader,

Allow me to apologize in advance.

You see, I’d already had quite a day.  For some reason, I took a hike in the Hills even though I was already dying from leg day at the gym.  Then my spray tan was accidentally set at level two.  I always use the lowest setting for completely natural looking color and never get clocked so this was potentially disastrous.

Tanning: Brazilians do it better (Photo: L.Luna)

Then, after an hour of negotiating a steamy L.A. while trying not to sweat—because, of course, perspiration is the enemy of the faux tan—my favorite bartender Kevin made me a couple of strong margaritas at St. Felix Hollywood as I navigated the dearth of images streaming in from the Paris shows.  So you’ll understand that when I finally plopped down in front of the television Sunday evening, tired and a little fuzzyheaded, VH1’s Tough Love: Miami seemed like a really good idea at the time.