We had viewed a VH1 celeb-pets fashion special; we were familiar with Fifi & Romeo, the L.A. pet boutique that set the standard for luxe pooch living; we had once even laid unworthy paws on an $80 Sean John doggie polo sweater that Diddy had seen the need to make room for in his Fifth Avenue flagship. Still, nothing really prepared us for Metropolitan Pavilion’s New York Pet Fashion Week, two days of trade exhibitions by upscale retailers from around the country and actual runway shows boasting the finest in canine haute couture.
Our round-up of the most soul-sucking moments, below.
One to file under Ill-Advised Runway Themes: The fashion show “A Child’s Journey” featured an actual little girl in JonBenet curls stroking a real live dog as a creepy and out-of-place voiceover of a little girl’s voice (presumably hers) played: “I love you so much Freddy . . . even if you are stinky sometimes.” This kind of horror-movie intro is usually followed by a sweet scene where the kid spits up blood or at least bites the head off Stinky Freddy—and really, what could make Pet Fashion Week better?—but it was not to be. Goldilocks merely fell asleep on a big fluffy bed off to the side of the stage. We’re guessing the runway production that followed was all supposed to be part of the child’s wild and furry imagination (her dreams somehow managed to include a dude in leather bondage gear with a matching leash for his dog, plus the trotting out of, at $250,000, the world’s most expensive doggie collar.) Featuring far bolder outfits than those usually offered during actual New York Fashion Week, “A Child’s Journey” had rock-solid winners like a 50s-inspired polka-dotted gown for the owner with a chapeau shaped to look like a frosted donut (the matching doggie ensemble included a miniature version of the hat) and a black-and-red strapless ball gown for the owner with doggie carriers actually built into the full skirt. Insane ensembles to the uninitiated, granted—but if you’re dressing up with your dog in matching costumes you’re already a special person headed down a very special road.
People like this need a way to meet other people like this, and thus the agency Leashes and Lovers, “where dog lovers meet.” The co-founder is one Sheryl Matthys, the only self-proclaimed “Dog Sexpert” we know of (a look on the website reveals that she explores “how dogs impact their human relationships,” and even has an advice column where she answers toughies like, “Why must he luv only cats?”). Included in the Pet Fashion Week brochure was an invite to her Dog Days of Summer Pool Party mixer, with promises of an alluring canine swimsuit contest.
The rare petals of the Osmanthus flower are used to create Les Poochs VIP, which, at $3,000 for a 4 oz. bottle, prices in as the world’s most expensive doggie perfume. The sales guy offered us a sniff and—while sweetly pleasant—drowning Peanut in a vat of Jean Naté could produce roughly the same effect. The perfume is available by “invite only,” which means the company must seek out suckers on its own.
Unbeknownst to us, the image of the sunglass-wearing dog didn’t die out with Spuds Mackenzie. The makers of “Doggles” maintain that all pooches—not just search-and-rescue, police, and military dogs—require eye protection. The California company offers a variety of shades with 100% UV protection and antifog lenses, now available in sizes from teacup to stupid human.
Purse-shaped “Chewy Vuiton” and “Dogior” baguette chew toys are clearly sick; Hedy Manon’s Italian cashmere sweaters with 18K gold buttons, obviously offensive. But in this one-up-you game of crazy, nothing lets the rest of the world know your tenuous hold on reality more than a doggie wedding gown. In addition to their standard velvet holiday attire and “Oodles of Poodles” dog pajamas, Rhode Island company Emma Rose crafts wedding gowns for that special day slutty young Snookums stops tramping around and finally settles down with the boring-but-reliable husky down the street. Gowns are available in all price points, from the $119 white satin and organza Gilded Dog with a crinoline underskirt to the overwrought white satin Gigi gown, beaded with Swarovski crystals (plus a detachable train so your dog can dance the night away unencumbered). “Create an heirloom that you will always cherish,” the website claims—and just think when little Snookums can take the gown out years later to reminisce about her special day and former 4-inch doggie waist. Twenty-five hundred bucks is a drop in the bucket for memories like those.
“I’m a good novelist and I’ll get better. I’ve found my calling and if I have my way I’ll be turning out books for the next half-century, books that will blow people away. But right now all I want is to be read.”
“You don’t have to try at all to be a racist. It’s a little coiled clot of venom lurking there in all of us, white and black, goy and Jew, ready to strike out when we feel embattled, belittled, brutalized.”
“Jewish children in years to come may live much like my parents, with a subtle but consuming sense of dread. America could yet turn out to be not so different from the Old World my grandparents fled.”