Graphic Transformer, NYC

When jackets go Optimus Prime

Who's Q, NYC

Q is an enigmatic figure. No one knows how to class Q; male of female, gay or straight, genius or simpleton. At the age of 12 Q decided that labels were restricting her lifestyle, they were limiting the infinite possibilities of life, the universe and everything.
Q began proceedings to change her/his/it's name to ?. Years of legal proceedings lead to Q's current name, courts found that a punctuation mark could not be accepted as a legally binding name. Q settled for the next best thing, Q.
For years the celebrity status attained by Q's court case battles lead to lucrative television, print and radio deals; Questions with Q, What's with Q, What's your Q, Q&A (a popular show featuring Q and Alanis Morissette) and who could forget Q*U*E a MASH style parody show.
Today, Q designes for her own unique clothes line: ?byQ. Each clothing item is a unique once off design, never to be named, categorized or repeated.

The Fashionistas, NYC

Tamilla and Claudette

Stasia and Marlene

"Do anything? Sure we will."

Branskia and Jennipher

Chronicling the life of fashionistas everywhere, this comic (set in NYC), takes us through the 'every-day' lives of six supermodels. It's a carrot and celery filled adventure with drama and cigarette stubs at every turn.

Exosexual, NYC

A Prawn, from District 9, makes a living as a fashion editor in New York. Tic-xhllo|''tlagh has created a whole new sub-section of fashion: Exoskeletanism. And with it, the male equivalent of the metrosexual, the exosexual. Now Prawns can be proud of doing their antennae up, manicuring their claws and waxing their thorax.

Tic-xhllo|''tlagh is seen wearing a number designed specially for Prawns by Alexander McQueen.

Unfurled, NYC

Jonathan Drancy doesn't feign away from those pesky PETA activists in New York. He is proudly out of the fur closet and flaunts it every day. He steps onto the street fearlessly sporting multiple fur items; be it a mink iPhone holder, seal cub boxer briefs, fox stole or a genuine leopard thong. He lifts his head high and dares the red paint to fly his way.

Adrien's shawl, NYC

As I promissed, I've done a Fake Sartorialist on Adrien Field (from The Field Notes), make sure to click on it to see a higher quality version. Hope you like Adrien, it is something daring that I think you could pull off :)

Daggers, NYC

Happy New Year!

The Fake Sartorialist is now back from his ventures overseas.
Stay tuned for regular updates from now on. Got lots of inspiration during my travels, so get ready for the images that will ensue from my titillated imagination.

Clowning About, NYC

Special Package, NYC

I ran into Richard here just after he took delivery of a special package from the back of an unmarked delivery truck. He had gifted himself a genuine Nigerian totem statue earlier this year and received it just in time to put under the christmas tree.
I did remark to him the peculiar smell of formaldehyde exuding from the package and the label with a biohazard sign on it, but he assured me it was quite normal. These packages are often so fragile that his suppliers often co-ship them with animal parts masquerading as transplant organs.
After hearing this disturbing nugget of information I nodded a curt goodbye and began walking briskly out of the alley. I took the subway, made four random exchanges, boarded two busses, walked around a block twice to make sure I wasn't being followed, walked into a hair salon asking for an emergency bleach session,  entered a department store bought a new set of clothes, hid in some public restrooms (ignoring solicitations from under the cubicle), changed my outfit putting the old one in the shopping bags and then deposited these into a 'give to the needy' bin as I exited the shopping complex.
I then took a brisk walk through Central Park (ignoring solicitations from behind some bushes), I ducked behind trees, sat unassumingly on a bench for two hours, after I was sure the coast was clear I hailed a taxi, asking him to use the most obscure roads he knew in the big apple to get me home, and to make sure we weren't being followed. Finally I arrived home making it up the stairs, only to find two fashion bloggers sitting on the floor outside my apartment drinking coffee from a flask and comparing notes.

Amir Toos, NYC

Amir Toos is like a cross between David Bowie, Dennis Hopper and Liza Minnelli. He has a unique voice,  great acting skills and amazing legs. All this has come together rather well in his off-Broadway hit: The Nightmare Before Apocalypse.

He is pictured here in his opening costume; a skeletal, leather whipped, large knit number that just oozes right out of the mangled subway train that begins the show. Amir is the only survivor of the beginning of the apocalypse. As he dances, sings and gestures his way through the musical he slowly comes to terms with being the last person on earth, but not before the show ends in a breathtaking duet. Amir meeting Jesus on judgement day begins a dance-off that will leave you weeping all the way to a confessional.

On the Street…The Largest Bib, NYC

Dianna and Karl Go Shopping for 'Blow' Style, NYC

I came across Dianna and Karl (the Netherland dwarf rabbit) again this week. I'd been walking about with a few assistants pushing around racks of trench coats coaxing people to put them on and strike a pose, but after Madonna and Lady GaGa striped naked in a desperate plea to be photographed in one of our coats, I gave just up.
And as I turned away, I saw them again, like two headlight shocked dear staring into my lens. Dianna was on a pet shopping spree. She told me of the recent consignment of lost pets she had found and aptly named; Kate the stick insect, Gaultier the lemur and Anna the bush-baby.
As I talked to Dianna, Karl would curiously pop his head out, take a sniff of two and retreat back into his albatros-freather head-dress (sourced from the Isabella Blow archives), which smelt faintly of wood shavings and ammonia, rather like some of the latest christmas perfumes I have sampled (you know which I mean).
I am so glad I ran into Dianna and Karl again, it was a breath of strangely scented air to my dreary day.

On the Street…. Wet Hair in Rain, NYC

On the Street….Hamish Bowles, NYC

I caught Hamish walking out of Vogue HQ on his way to a secret luncheon with Anna Wintour. He was sporting a matching coat and face mask. H1N1 paranoia has made its way to the top of the fashion crop. Anna and Karl have recently released a series of black sequined, triple ply, 99% bacteria and virus reduction, medical masks that compliment large, dark, sunglasses. D&G have also come into the fray, releasing colour matching masks to their new scent anthology.
Hamish apparently likes the classic, paired down look, of a traditional medical mask.

Dianna and Karl, NYC

Dianna Lundt is an assistant  fashion editor at Big Man Magazine. She enjoys short walks in the marshlands of Patagonia and the feel of a good lama-skin coat on her bare neck.

In her spare time she rescues lost pets in NYC, sometimes returning them to sender, most of the times collecting them in her apartment. The newest edition to her collection of fluffy animals is a Netherland dwarf rabbit named Karl (see image). She got the name from his constant stare and those big black eyes that look just like sunglasses. She doesn't go anywhere without him and her dress sense always includes a secret pouch for her miniature friend.

So we say goodbye to Dianna (and Karl) as she walks down 7th Street in her Victor & Rolf heels feeding Karl his 4-hourly bottle of body temperature pasturised milk. I'm sure we will meet again.

On the Street…. Miu Museum, NYC

From GQ….Billy & Reid, NYC

On the Street…Legs

On The Street….Finding Marlin and Dory, NYC

I met Marlin and Dory a few months ago while smoking a pack of Vogue slims at a Starbucks on 6th. They approached me immediately. I was caught a bit unawares but quickly slipped out my Mont Blanc fountain pen, ready to sign my book or some rounded piece of flesh, but alas they had other things in mind.
I was given their eloquent pitch for an electronic cigarette. Its all the rage in Wall Street at the moment with the recession and all. I assured them I needn't save any money. I am after all one of The Time's top 100 Design Influencers. But they persisted and brought out their latest model; a Gaultier, leather strapped, VM-2000-e1. I wavered as Dory said in a raspy, vacant tone: 'Go on, try it'.
I gripped the leather strapped tube puckered my lips and drew on it gently. I couldn't even hear the microprocessor activating the e-liquid (an extremely pure form of nicotine) atomizer and frankly I didn't care, smoking is all about the looks after all. And there can be nothing hotter than sucking on a leather Gaultier stick.
So I bought ten of them in colours matching my iPod Shuffle and Nano collection and every few weeks I meet Marlin and Dory to get re-stocked on my e-liquid packs and button batteries.

The Book Signing at Barneys

"Oh my god, you've made me look so hot!"

"You'r not fooling anyone, that is not an original Armani suit."

" We are just swimming in it.",

"We are, we certainly are."