Twelfth Street by Cynthia Vincent disabled

Thursday and we have rescheduled our interview four times now. I wanted to take Cynthia Vincent to lunch and shop around Beverly Hills with her - check out the new Prada store and see just how obsessed with Hermes she really is. That'll never happen with this crazed designer. She'll never have the time.

So, now its 9pm and I'm in her breakfast nook as Cynthia's rock star hairdresser, Cherie Combs, tackles her mane of curls while she whips up an amazing fresh pomodora pasta. I really feel like I'm on the inside. The pasta, incidentally, is delicious and I don't think she's been home from her office for more than 20 minutes.

Vincent's on her way to Premiere Vision, the first look at fabric in Paris, and it seems like since she started Twelfth Street a year ago she hasn't stopped flying. She needed autonomy and to be "creative again after a stint at her namesake Vince that ended soon after she dissolved her other namesake St. Vincent. She's really lifted her leg on Los Angeles's fashion scene, so-to-speak in the early 90s any girl who'd tried on St.Vincent's trousers would declare, Katayone who? So, now it's Twelfth Street by Cynthia Vincent - a new, sexier, sleeker and wildly successful line created in a short amount of time.

Now back to the collection. I'm looking around her eclectic mid-century mixed house that combines East Indian, Victorian and kitschy cool, looking for clues into her psyche. To describe it in a word is chic. Seeing her surroundings only validates my inkling that this woman is a true trendsetter with a style all her own.

Cynthia recounts seeing a woman at Erewhon (a local green grocer) wearing her boudoir jacket with a pair of Chloe pants, and a Balenciaga bag--- she loved the way the woman had put it all together. She loves her collection their way - when someone wears a dress as a tunic, or layers something in a different way. She's not a style dictator, rather a style educator. Read more...