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Giving some attitude to the fashion industry
Don't Miss:Cal's top grad is a teenKey childabuse rulingABC's new showsHartlaub's amazing W's ticket blunder'Most Beautiful Woman' noms49ersRaidersGiantsA'sWarriorsSharksQuakesNFLMLBNBANHLCollegePrepsGolfOutdoorsOtherOn TVTicketsShopVideoMoviesMusic NightlifePerformanceArtEventsBooksTV RadioHoroscopeComicsGamesThings To DoHome GardenStyleOutdoorsSki SnowHealthGreenLGBTHouzzDatingMomsPetsSponsored ContentA gifted illustrator and keen observer of the rag trade and its many warts, Gladys Perint Palmer nails the world of runways, models and divas in her new book, "Fashion People."
Palmer spent many years as a fashion illustrator at the and currently heads the fashion department at the Academy of Art College in San Francisco, teaching illustration and fashion reporting.
She has covered the collections in New York and Europe four times a year since 1986. That's a lot of attitude to swallow. In the acknowledgments, Palmer gives credit where credit is due: "I am indebted to designers, publicists,[url=http://nikefree.mobilejeti.com]nike free[/url], security guards, fashion insiders and minor celebrities for making life hell during the collections. Without their diligence I would not have gathered so much ridiculous material."
To wit: A pouty , circa 1993, on Page 252, wearing a Sid Vicious T shirt (he's giving the finger). The caption reads, "she was NOT pleased that Karl (Lagerfeld) had put her into only ONE show." (Lagerfeld designs for Chanel, Fendi and ). And on Page 258, a hilarious illustration of a model wearing nothing underneath a wedding gown, mooning the audience, with an "Easter lily up her bum." Palmer writes: "The late , editor in chief of , sitting front row center, sighed,
'I really did not need that.' "
Palmer studied fashion design at Central St. in London and fashion illustration at in New York. She moved to San Francisco in 1980 and lives in Marin.
Doing the book was "just great fun," Palmer said the other day, summing up nearly 400 pages in just three words. It's a fun read, all right. There is a very bitchy drawing (unprintable here) of fashionistas in the front row waiting for a show to start: Three are gossiping on their cells, ("Doesn't she look ghastly?") but one has dozed off, her legs have spread apart, and she is not wearing anything under her skirt. "Hazards of the front row," goes the caption. "Cross your legs, editors, and wake up!"
Invitations to fashion shows are doled out by the publicists for each designer. Palmer was never a darling of the people, for example. Except after her book was published, and there was a flattering illustration of Vuitton designer . "I have never, ever had a Vuitton invitation, ever," Palmer says. "All of a sudden at my book signing in Paris, I had this gorgeous invitation that arrived. Second row!"
The Bay Area is her home, but for a fashion lover it can be a frustrating city. "Nobody takes provincial cities, no matter how beautiful they are, seriously."