Vidicom CEO Christy Ferer Travels to Paris

by cferer on November 17, 2014

Vidicom Founder Christy Ferer shares her thoughts on her latest trip

Paris is on exhibit at every corner right now – from the hors d’oeuvres at a party at Fiac, the annual art fair, to it’s new museums and art installations.

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Sesame coated tuna in rose petals
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Mushroom filet with melted cheese topped with truffles

There’s always some controversy brewing in Paris. In the month of October, it was Paul McCarthy. The retailers of Place Vendome invited him to create his artistic take on a Christmas tree. The three store inflatable tree he created was so similar to an anal plug (although most admit they’d never actually seen one before) that protesters popped it and deflated it! One french man walked up to him and slapped him three times – a French kiss is 2 sides, a French slap must be three – and screamed “vous etes pas Francais!”

Across the Seine, Tom McCarthy happened to be doing an installation at the Paris Mint near the Pont Neuf. His installation of a five room chocolate factory actually created real chocolate. Pieces included replications of the plug Christmas trees and Santa Claus holding them. It was billing. Projected on the walls was a timely video of the artist scribbling four letter words and phrases like “F— Paris” as a response to reaction against his Place Vendome installation. Friends of his say what was originally planned would have been even worse – video of him defecating!

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There’s lots blooming in Paris, but for my money the most stunning is the LVmH Foundation – Bernard Arnault’s art collection housed in a jewel designed by Frank Gehry, situated in the Bois de Boulogne. The architecture is so beautiful, it competes with the art!


Remembrances of Oscar

by cferer on October 28, 2014

Early on – say the 80′s – there was that run on fashion phrase “Oscar-Ralph-Calvin-Bill.” When Bill died in 2002 it became “Oscar-Ralph-Calin-Donna.” This pretty much meant “EVERYONE” who was anyone in the monde of fashion. For the last 40 years in American fashion one could not write, talk, or even report on a season of fashion without invoking something about OSCAR.

You will read the fashion tribe ooze on about his iconic handiwork, lace, ruffles and exquisite textures and his love of the female shape. For me, the fashion aspirant, the TV lifestyle correspondent who covered him for 2 decades, Oscar was the Dominican charmer with that sexy slice of a smile, a softness that touched you, and a gentle lullaby of an accent. His elegance was palpable. Every time I was in his presence during an interview or social event, I felt so self conscious. I was always looking to see if I had a spot or a strand of hair lurking somewhere out of place. What a waste of neurotic worry. Oscar was the least judgmental of any of the fashion brood. President’s wives, rock stars, fashion icons, fashion editors, news anchors, his son’s nanny – he dressed them all and treated them all equally… never looking over your shoulder to see if anyone more important was entering the room.

The ultimate compliment was when he turned out for my book launch at Sotheby’s. My 6″ square teeny tome didn’t mention him. It wasn’t about fashion. In fact, it was completely unOscar. Yes Oscar De La Renta not only attended my “Decorating on a Dime” book party, but bought SEVERAL. With several of the low-high concepts on display including a table base made from plumbers pipes, he stopped to marvel at my feather wrapped lampshade and said, “Are you stealing my ideas?” I swooned.

What transfixed me about Oscar as a high school shop girl in my home town of St. Louis still fascinates me today. He was the fashion Degas. His gentle hand translated his love of the female figure something beguiling and feline. This saturates his designs – ruffled-cut on the bias-bejeweled – whether they were off the rack or made for a pop icon.

And what will always stay with me and that I did not appreciate at the time… he advised me, “the legs are the last to go.”

Oscar, my dear friend, truer words were never spoken.

Christy Ferer
Lifestyle Contributor (1984-2001)
NBC “Today”