Rachel Zoe - Stylist (Please Read Note in Post #1, before posting.)

[jennifer716]

^^ i really dont like how you can see the bones protruding from her chest there... it's not a healthy look.

[*tata*]

^ yea i do think she's a but on the thin side...especially her chest and shoulders.....but my comment was more in regards to her face..she alwasy looks so old..and i dunoo..not wrinkly..but leathery

[Luxx]

Rachel has created a very ubiquitous look for herself and her clients but I really do wish she wasn't as in the public eye. At the moment she and her look seem a bit overexposed. I do admire how she helped Nicole and Lindsay find themselves fashionwise, she really just changed their whole look and subsquently how the public viewed them. I doubt either would be getting as much exposure were they still dressing the way they did before.

[lolita729]

i don t understand why she always looks so tired and has those big bags under her eyes. you d think that she d actually do something about it. i like her style but the face s such a turn off, it ruins everything.

[Missoni~Heiress]

i dont think people should be critical of her face... at least she has stayed natural and hasnt had cosmetic sugery... she isnt a model so she doesnt have to be perfect...

[lemeray]

her face is literally a worn out bag

[MissMagAddict]

The Tiny Big Sister

Last week, the much-maligned stylist Rachel Zoe arrived in New York. She stood in the winter garden at Bottino, all five feet and a few inches tall, in an involuntarily oversized one-shoulder negative-size-four number. Her honey-colored limbs hung limp with several pounds of silver and gold chain attached at the wrist and finger level.

Ms. Zoe, who wears her blond hair boob-length and curled in that done-but-not sort of way, her skin resplendent and metallic, her eyes lined and her lobes bedangled, looks simultaneously older and younger than her 33 years. She has the sprightly, gamine physical presence and vocabulary of a teenager, but the steely-eyed, drawn look of someone who has not let anything interfere with her intentions. She is a “celebrity stylist,” an invisible figure who works to bolster the illusion that stars are always star-like.

But in this increasingly competitive tabloid market, which exhibits an ever-growing fascination with the more banal aspects of celebrity life, Ms. Zoe’s position has grown in significance, and it has pushed her out of the background and into the limelight herself. Each week, at least four of her well-taught denizens (Mischa, Mary-Kate, Rachel, Nicole, Lindsay and Jessica, to name but a few) occupy prime real estate in the glossy weeklies. Photographed on their way to the supermarket, the gym, the inevitable Starbucks or an envelope opening, they appear unnervingly, offhandedly primed for their constant close-ups.

Ms. Zoe has been accused of styling her young wards in her own image. Her most egregious offense has been encouraging them to lose considerable amounts of weight over short periods of time, and her least has been forgetting to remind her miniature self-tanners to wash their hands.

“You wanna know the difference between L.A. and New York?” she asked as she sat down at a table in the far corner of the restaurant, flanked on one side by her husband, Roger Berman, and with Jan-Patrick Schmitz, the florid C.E.O. of Montblanc, on the other. “We just left, like, 85-degree weather for this!”

In her hand was a full glass of champagne. She set it down near her plate, poured a glass of water, then a glass of wine, and so the triumvirate remained, untouched, until the end of dinner. So did the plates of antipasti, which lined up like soldiers at her elbow. She passed those on politely and continued to explain: “I love New York; I used to live here. I’ve only been out there for seven years. I love coming back—it’s just that I don’t really miss it.”

Her husband, whose arm dangled affectionately (not possessively) around her shoulder for the duration of dinner, offered a similar explanation but threw in the words beach, beer and buddies.

“I love this stuff!” Ms. Zoe exclaimed, fingering her finery. “I totally walked into Montblanc today and was like, ‘I like this, this, this, this …. Ohmigod, I like everything.’ And look how well it all goes together!” Mr. Schmitz smiled and concurred that the 20 or so pieces she wore—rings, bracelets, necklaces, earrings—complemented each other very nicely.

“Accessories are soooo important,” Ms. Zoe continued. “In fact, I often buy my clothes around my accessories.” The black jersey dress she wore? “Of course! I got it today,” she said.

She tugged on the necklace around her husband’s neck. “I mean, even guys can wear this stuff.” Mr. Berman smiled and lifted his free arm to show off the plate-sized watch on his wrist. “I love that watch!” she squealed. Ms. Zoe is simultaneously effusive and controlled, giggly and stern. “Actually, honey, I want to wear it tonight,” she added, and just like that she undid the strap and put in on her own wrist, which is nearly half the size of the watch.

Does Mr. Zoe reap the sartorial rewards of being married to a stylist? “Well, she’s not styling me per se, but I will occasionally leave the house wearing something and she’ll just look at me and go, ‘You cannot go outside wearing that!’’

It would be foolish to waste an opportunity to solicit free advice from the woman who speaks to her “little sisters” Nicole and Lindsay about five times a day. “There are four things,” she offered begrudgingly. “One: a really good coat. Fur is nice, though not necessary. Two: a good pair of boots. I have like 85 pairs. It’s just sooooo important to have good boots. Three: a good bag. I mean, I have every Chloé bag, but it doesn’t need to be that.” (Ms. Zoe later confessed that Phoebe Philo, the Chloé designer, is a “genius” but that the line is “way overpriced.”) She continued her enumeration. “And four: a really good pair of sunglasses.”

She leaned in. “You know, most of my girls are really smart, and they never mess up. I mean, they can totally dress themselves, but the other day I sent a girl off on press junkets, and we packed all her bags together, and then I saw her in some picture wearing this Y.S.L. dress with riding boots! It was so humiliating.”

Ms. Zoe’s eyes lit up as Robert Verdi, the celebrity stylist best known for his riotous 2004 Emmys commentary, bounded into the room, requisite sunglasses perched on his bare head. They squealed, said hello and discussed their recent trip to Chicago together. “Are you staying for dinner?” she asked. “Honey!” he said. “I just came to see you. I’ve got to go.” They kissed.

When The Transom asked whether Mr. Verdi and Ms. Zoe were acquainted through their mutual profession, she said, “Welllll, he’s not really a stylist. He’s more, y’know, like television.”

Once dinner was finished, the guests gathered in front of the restaurant to smoke cigarettes. Ms. Zoe ran out and made sure everyone would be ushered to the nightclub Cain, where the remainder of the evening would take place. “You guys are all coming?” she pleaded, and helped to usher the last remaining guests into cars. A guest begged exhaustion, and Ms. Zoe said, “Well, isn’t that always the excuse?” Then she winked.

—Jessica Joffe

[copper]

^ she sounds like a fool.

[bagsnthings]

Originally Posted by style_savy

Fort Wayne Journal Gazette, IN - Jul 30, 2005
... behind this look-of-the-moment: celebrity stylist Rachel ... it’s not uncommon for Zoe, 33, to dress “her girls ... For evening, Zoe goes for drapey goddess gowns ...

No way Rachel Zoe is 33, I estimate her age to be like 47 with sun damage. Demi Moore looks 10 times better than her at 42.

[wannabe_gisele]

Originally Posted by stephiev

The Tiny Big Sister

Last week, the much-maligned stylist Rachel Zoe arrived in New York. She stood in the winter garden at Bottino, all five feet and a few inches tall, in an involuntarily oversized one-shoulder negative-size-four number. Her honey-colored limbs hung limp with several pounds of silver and gold chain attached at the wrist and finger level.

Ms. Zoe, who wears her blond hair boob-length and curled in that done-but-not sort of way, her skin resplendent and metallic, her eyes lined and her lobes bedangled, looks simultaneously older and younger than her 33 years. She has the sprightly, gamine physical presence and vocabulary of a teenager, but the steely-eyed, drawn look of someone who has not let anything interfere with her intentions. She is a “celebrity stylist,” an invisible figure who works to bolster the illusion that stars are always star-like.

But in this increasingly competitive tabloid market, which exhibits an ever-growing fascination with the more banal aspects of celebrity life, Ms. Zoe’s position has grown in significance, and it has pushed her out of the background and into the limelight herself. Each week, at least four of her well-taught denizens (Mischa, Mary-Kate, Rachel, Nicole, Lindsay and Jessica, to name but a few) occupy prime real estate in the glossy weeklies. Photographed on their way to the supermarket, the gym, the inevitable Starbucks or an envelope opening, they appear unnervingly, offhandedly primed for their constant close-ups.

Ms. Zoe has been accused of styling her young wards in her own image. Her most egregious offense has been encouraging them to lose considerable amounts of weight over short periods of time, and her least has been forgetting to remind her miniature self-tanners to wash their hands.

“You wanna know the difference between L.A. and New York?” she asked as she sat down at a table in the far corner of the restaurant, flanked on one side by her husband, Roger Berman, and with Jan-Patrick Schmitz, the florid C.E.O. of Montblanc, on the other. “We just left, like, 85-degree weather for this!”

In her hand was a full glass of champagne. She set it down near her plate, poured a glass of water, then a glass of wine, and so the triumvirate remained, untouched, until the end of dinner. So did the plates of antipasti, which lined up like soldiers at her elbow. She passed those on politely and continued to explain: “I love New York; I used to live here. I’ve only been out there for seven years. I love coming back—it’s just that I don’t really miss it.”

Her husband, whose arm dangled affectionately (not possessively) around her shoulder for the duration of dinner, offered a similar explanation but threw in the words beach, beer and buddies.

“I love this stuff!” Ms. Zoe exclaimed, fingering her finery. “I totally walked into Montblanc today and was like, ‘I like this, this, this, this …. Ohmigod, I like everything.’ And look how well it all goes together!” Mr. Schmitz smiled and concurred that the 20 or so pieces she wore—rings, bracelets, necklaces, earrings—complemented each other very nicely.

“Accessories are soooo important,” Ms. Zoe continued. “In fact, I often buy my clothes around my accessories.” The black jersey dress she wore? “Of course! I got it today,” she said.

She tugged on the necklace around her husband’s neck. “I mean, even guys can wear this stuff.” Mr. Berman smiled and lifted his free arm to show off the plate-sized watch on his wrist. “I love that watch!” she squealed. Ms. Zoe is simultaneously effusive and controlled, giggly and stern. “Actually, honey, I want to wear it tonight,” she added, and just like that she undid the strap and put in on her own wrist, which is nearly half the size of the watch.

Does Mr. Zoe reap the sartorial rewards of being married to a stylist? “Well, she’s not styling me per se, but I will occasionally leave the house wearing something and she’ll just look at me and go, ‘You cannot go outside wearing that!’’

It would be foolish to waste an opportunity to solicit free advice from the woman who speaks to her “little sisters” Nicole and Lindsay about five times a day. “There are four things,” she offered begrudgingly. “One: a really good coat. Fur is nice, though not necessary. Two: a good pair of boots. I have like 85 pairs. It’s just sooooo important to have good boots. Three: a good bag. I mean, I have every Chloé bag, but it doesn’t need to be that.” (Ms. Zoe later confessed that Phoebe Philo, the Chloé designer, is a “genius” but that the line is “way overpriced.”) She continued her enumeration. “And four: a really good pair of sunglasses.”

She leaned in. “You know, most of my girls are really smart, and they never mess up. I mean, they can totally dress themselves, but the other day I sent a girl off on press junkets, and we packed all her bags together, and then I saw her in some picture wearing this Y.S.L. dress with riding boots! It was so humiliating.”

Ms. Zoe’s eyes lit up as Robert Verdi, the celebrity stylist best known for his riotous 2004 Emmys commentary, bounded into the room, requisite sunglasses perched on his bare head. They squealed, said hello and discussed their recent trip to Chicago together. “Are you staying for dinner?” she asked. “Honey!” he said. “I just came to see you. I’ve got to go.” They kissed.

When The Transom asked whether Mr. Verdi and Ms. Zoe were acquainted through their mutual profession, she said, “Welllll, he’s not really a stylist. He’s more, y’know, like television.”

Once dinner was finished, the guests gathered in front of the restaurant to smoke cigarettes. Ms. Zoe ran out and made sure everyone would be ushered to the nightclub Cain, where the remainder of the evening would take place. “You guys are all coming?” she pleaded, and helped to usher the last remaining guests into cars. A guest begged exhaustion, and Ms. Zoe said, “Well, isn’t that always the excuse?” Then she winked.

—Jessica Joffe

she sounds overly vapid and childish. i can't believe anyone takes this woman seriously.

[bagsnthings]

Originally Posted by Natalie`

she does some good work .. ! I`m sick of everyone bad mouthing her .. Its the celebrites that give her the bad name ..Not the styling she does

My problem with her is that -- you see Mischa, Lindsay and Nicole in the same johnson shorts. Problem. Already you have seen lindsay and nicole in the same shoes and dress. Problem. You even see Nicole in the same dress that Rachel herself was wearing at another event. Problem.

I could not in good conscious pay any stylist mega bucks to recycle clothing between me, herself and her other clients. Doesn't work for me. I want that person to exert effort in working "with me" to find clothing that flatter MY body and color palettes that flatter my skin. Not blindly throwing designer giveaway at me out of their own closet and/or taking their own personal style and attempting to adapt it for me.

Every client that comes to her is not going to have the same body type or skin coloring that she has. She seems to be missing this area entirely (i.e. Lindsay Lohan, which is why she looks so horrible). Her closest shoe-in is Nicole, but what she styles for Lindsay is a "miss". Lindsay would do better to find herself another stylist and get back to her auburn roots. Rachel's style does not translate "well" on Lindsay. Yet, these young girls, instead of finding someone who can really help them to find and elevate their "own" style, they just use the referral, buddy, "oh shes the best" system. But, clothing is such an unique and individual thing, the referral method in this case, is not always the best way to go.

Also, to me having a stylist should be a temporary thing. You may need someone to give you some direction, help you find what works for you, then you take it from there. At some point you should be able to pick up the ball and run with it and "retire" the stylist. Rachel's success comes from being employed by young, impressionable, newbie celebrities who are in the "desperate-to-impress-keep-my-face-out-there" mode and will 'go along with whatever'. Being incredibly young , means lacking in experience and for some not having a strong sense of self, and many times, your clothing will reflect that. For those young, starlets anything is better than the place they coming from, so they go with that -- instead of putting any real effort into finding someone that can help them isolate what really works for them. I mean, you won't see anybody like Madonna employing her. Because she has just a strong personality. In the 80s she set the fashion stage and tore it down all by herself, no stylist needed. Thats what I love about her.

[Jennika]

gawd that article makes her sound like such a twit.

[wannabe_gisele]

Originally Posted by bagsnthings

My problem with her is that -- you see Mischa, Lindsay and Nicole in the same johnson shorts. Problem. Already you have seen lindsay and nicole in the same shoes and dress. Problem. You even see Nicole in the same dress that Rachel herself was wearing at another event. Problem.

I could not in good conscious pay any stylist mega bucks to recycle clothing between me, herself and her other clients. Doesn't work for me. I want that person to exert effort in working "with me" to find clothing that flatter MY body and color palettes that flatter my skin. Not blindly throwing designer giveaway at me out of their own closet and/or taking their own personal style and attempting to adapt it for me.

Every client that comes to her is not going to have the same body type or skin coloring that she has. She seems to be missing this area entirely (i.e. Lindsay Lohan, which is why she looks so horrible). Her closest shoe-in is Nicole, but what she styles for Lindsay is a "miss". Lindsay would do better to find herself another stylist and get back to her auburn roots. Rachel's style does not translate "well" on Lindsay. Yet, these young girls, instead of finding someone who can really help them to find and elevate their "own" style, they just use the referral, buddy, "oh shes the best" system. But, clothing is such an unique and individual thing, the referral method in this case, is not always the best way to go.

Also, to me having a stylist should be a temporary thing. You may need someone to give you some direction, help you find what works for you, then you take it from there. At some point you should be able to pick up the ball and run with it and "retire" the stylist. Rachel's success comes from being employed by young, impressionable, newbie celebrities who are in the "desperate-to-impress-keep-my-face-out-there" mode and will 'go along with whatever'. Being incredibly young , means lacking in experience and for some not having a strong sense of self, and many times, your clothing will reflect that. For those young, starlets anything is better than the place they coming from, so they go with that -- instead of putting any real effort into finding someone that can help them isolate what really works for them. I mean, you won't see anybody like Madonna employing her. Because she has just a strong personality. In the 80s she set the fashion stage and tore it down all by herself, no stylist needed. Thats what I love about her.

Thank you for putting into words everything I couldn't say! I agree with everything bolded. You are very 'on the ball'.

[~RoseBud~]

This woman is such a tool...

[style_savy]

Originally Posted by stephiev

She leaned in. “You know, most of my girls are really smart, and they never mess up. I mean, they can totally dress themselves, but the other day I sent a girl off on press junkets, and we packed all her bags together, and then I saw her in some picture wearing this Y.S.L. dress with riding boots! It was so humiliating.”



—Jessica Joffe

She sounds totally down to earth and sweet. I think hanging out with teenage girls all day has definatly taken a toll on her vocab. I wonder if she talking about Linday there? she's the only one of her clients I've seen yet in riding boots I think....