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Betsey & Isaac get comfortable...
Saturday, February 04, 2006
Betsyand Isaac have so much in common, they should have been in business together. They’re both show biz maniacs, whose cartwheels and on-camera follies often obscure their authentic talent as clothing designers. They’re both innovators on—and off—the runway. Isaac bred an entire genre with fashion’s first cine-verité, Unzipped, while Betsey was the first to create the perenially youthful look that became every boomer’s zipless fantasy. They both love dogs, astrology, and good girl-talk. Getting them started was easy.
ON HOW THEY STAY SKINNY
BJ: During the day, I eat Twizzlers and cheese, and drink champagne. Cheese fills you up…champagne keeps you bubbly. At 1 P.M. every day, I eat a shrimp cocktail delivered from the restaurant downstairs. But I will never join a gym.
IM: Betsey, you are very active. You have a high metabolism. You’re a nervous girl—I’m a nervous guy.
BJ: We talk off our calories.
IM: I have been eating a lot of Peanut M&M’s recently, which is really bad. And decaf coffee. I can’t have real coffee, because then I get really nervous and I go nuts.
ON THEIR LOVE LIVES
BJ: I just signed up for a dating service that you have to pay for, from, like, $10,000 to $50,000. I would join Match.com too. I need a lover or a stud muffin who is young and can go to Mexico with me whenever I want.
IM: I’m involved right now. We met a couple of years ago. I was walking my dog. That’s a cliché—you walk your dog, you meet a guy. It’s true in my case. We broke up years ago, and all of a sudden we came back together. It’s working.
BJ: I’m friends with a couple of my exes. It makes me feel good. It’s like I wasn’t nuts. He was a wonderful person.
IM: Are you in therapy, Betsey?
BJ: I stopped that when I left my last husband, in 2000. I only went because this guy was driving me crazy.
IM: Are you crazy? You’ve got to get right back into therapy!
ON NOT BEING ABLE TO SHUT UP
BJ: It makes me so nervous not to speak. I don’t do e-mail at all. I bought a computer to watch movies on, and I gave it away. My interns can Google things for me. I don’t relate to anything you plug in.
IM: You’re a genius. I love that. I e-mail a lot, I hate to say. I know people who actually go to places where they pay not to speak for months, like an ashram. I don’t know what that’s all about. I don’t understand it.
BJ: To go so many days without talking is weird. I don’t want to talk to myself, though, so I talk to my dog.
ON PSYCHICS
IM: They just tell you, ‘Look, you’re not crazy. Everything is going to be fine.’
BJ: I used to consult psychics. They’re basically there to pick you up at the moment. They’re a quick fix. I used to go to that guy Frank Andrews. He is a gem…the best. He saved my life. He said Saturn was f**king up Mars, my workhouse. He said in three months, I was going to look different and everything was going to be great. Sure enough, I lost a shitload of weight, I dyed my hair black and spiked it up, and I went into business. He’s adorable.
ON PLASTIC SURGERY
BJ: At 50, I gave myself a present. I could see how the chins were going in my family. My doctor, Dr. Foster, is conservative. The chins went away, and these cheekbones came out of me. It was a great present to give myself. I just bought fabulous hats and glasses, and I was stomping around three days later on painkillers. People didn’t notice me. It was great—like being Greta Garbo.
IM: I have to say, it’s a good one. It doesn’t look creepy on you. Sometimes when it’s blatant, it can be really offensive to me, like a slap in the face. I haven’t done anything. I would never do anything. Never Botox!
ON FASHION WEEK
IM: I’m not into fashion shows anymore. All fashion shows are about now is showing the clothes to the people who need to see them. Those giant extravaganzas are over, which is good. People get bored, and a paradigm shifts.
BJ: Show time for me is a little Mitzi Gaynor. I need to throw in a dance recital. I wanted to be a Broadway dancer. I was always an aerialist. One season, I was so excited backstage, I just came out and whipped out a cartwheel. I only do two a year. As long as I can walk, I can do a cartwheel.
IM: I can’t do a cartwheel. I can barely get out of bed!
ON HOW THEY (TRY) TO CHILL OUT
IM: Ambien. Ten milligrams. That’s how I chill out.
BJ: I go to Mexico, but I still don’t chill out because I love decorating.
IM: I decorate too. What’s more fun than that? I also cook my head off for hours and hours, and I eat everything in sight. I have this little house in Bridgehampton and what I love is, I can actually have food in the refrigerator.
BJ: I can’t cook.
IM: What’s better than cooking? That’s the meaning of life to me—the creation of something from nothing!
http://www.fashionweekdaily.com/fashion/fullstory.sps?iNewsid=303545&itype=8487
Betsey & Isaac get comfortable...
Saturday, February 04, 2006
Betsyand Isaac have so much in common, they should have been in business together. They’re both show biz maniacs, whose cartwheels and on-camera follies often obscure their authentic talent as clothing designers. They’re both innovators on—and off—the runway. Isaac bred an entire genre with fashion’s first cine-verité, Unzipped, while Betsey was the first to create the perenially youthful look that became every boomer’s zipless fantasy. They both love dogs, astrology, and good girl-talk. Getting them started was easy.
ON HOW THEY STAY SKINNY
BJ: During the day, I eat Twizzlers and cheese, and drink champagne. Cheese fills you up…champagne keeps you bubbly. At 1 P.M. every day, I eat a shrimp cocktail delivered from the restaurant downstairs. But I will never join a gym.
IM: Betsey, you are very active. You have a high metabolism. You’re a nervous girl—I’m a nervous guy.
BJ: We talk off our calories.
IM: I have been eating a lot of Peanut M&M’s recently, which is really bad. And decaf coffee. I can’t have real coffee, because then I get really nervous and I go nuts.
ON THEIR LOVE LIVES
BJ: I just signed up for a dating service that you have to pay for, from, like, $10,000 to $50,000. I would join Match.com too. I need a lover or a stud muffin who is young and can go to Mexico with me whenever I want.
IM: I’m involved right now. We met a couple of years ago. I was walking my dog. That’s a cliché—you walk your dog, you meet a guy. It’s true in my case. We broke up years ago, and all of a sudden we came back together. It’s working.
BJ: I’m friends with a couple of my exes. It makes me feel good. It’s like I wasn’t nuts. He was a wonderful person.
IM: Are you in therapy, Betsey?
BJ: I stopped that when I left my last husband, in 2000. I only went because this guy was driving me crazy.
IM: Are you crazy? You’ve got to get right back into therapy!
ON NOT BEING ABLE TO SHUT UP
BJ: It makes me so nervous not to speak. I don’t do e-mail at all. I bought a computer to watch movies on, and I gave it away. My interns can Google things for me. I don’t relate to anything you plug in.
IM: You’re a genius. I love that. I e-mail a lot, I hate to say. I know people who actually go to places where they pay not to speak for months, like an ashram. I don’t know what that’s all about. I don’t understand it.
BJ: To go so many days without talking is weird. I don’t want to talk to myself, though, so I talk to my dog.
IM: They just tell you, ‘Look, you’re not crazy. Everything is going to be fine.’
BJ: I used to consult psychics. They’re basically there to pick you up at the moment. They’re a quick fix. I used to go to that guy Frank Andrews. He is a gem…the best. He saved my life. He said Saturn was f**king up Mars, my workhouse. He said in three months, I was going to look different and everything was going to be great. Sure enough, I lost a shitload of weight, I dyed my hair black and spiked it up, and I went into business. He’s adorable.
ON PLASTIC SURGERY
BJ: At 50, I gave myself a present. I could see how the chins were going in my family. My doctor, Dr. Foster, is conservative. The chins went away, and these cheekbones came out of me. It was a great present to give myself. I just bought fabulous hats and glasses, and I was stomping around three days later on painkillers. People didn’t notice me. It was great—like being Greta Garbo.
IM: I have to say, it’s a good one. It doesn’t look creepy on you. Sometimes when it’s blatant, it can be really offensive to me, like a slap in the face. I haven’t done anything. I would never do anything. Never Botox!
ON FASHION WEEK
IM: I’m not into fashion shows anymore. All fashion shows are about now is showing the clothes to the people who need to see them. Those giant extravaganzas are over, which is good. People get bored, and a paradigm shifts.
BJ: Show time for me is a little Mitzi Gaynor. I need to throw in a dance recital. I wanted to be a Broadway dancer. I was always an aerialist. One season, I was so excited backstage, I just came out and whipped out a cartwheel. I only do two a year. As long as I can walk, I can do a cartwheel.
IM: I can’t do a cartwheel. I can barely get out of bed!
ON HOW THEY (TRY) TO CHILL OUT
IM: Ambien. Ten milligrams. That’s how I chill out.
BJ: I go to Mexico, but I still don’t chill out because I love decorating.
IM: I decorate too. What’s more fun than that? I also cook my head off for hours and hours, and I eat everything in sight. I have this little house in Bridgehampton and what I love is, I can actually have food in the refrigerator.
BJ: I can’t cook.
IM: What’s better than cooking? That’s the meaning of life to me—the creation of something from nothing!
http://www.fashionweekdaily.com/fashion/fullstory.sps?iNewsid=303545&itype=8487
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