A socialite swirl
Last night my troublesome friend Justin Giunta invited me to a gala at the Museum of the City of New York.
Hosted by Nina Ricci and about 4000 socialites we knew we would be the odd balls out.
Sure enough we arrive at the shin dig and there are the painted ladies swooping out of their black cars in floor length chiffon gowns bedazzled in Maharani worthy baubles.
Sure are glad we got dropped off in our yelow cab around the corner.
We may not be Park Avenue prisses but we know how to dress for such functions.
I wore a camel Westwood suit and a spring straw hat I have 'borrowed' from Rod's collection.
Justin was decked out in dark trousers and jacket with a lariat type necklace of bronze olive branches and massive green chandelier crystals. Very Rome meets Venice.
Since we were some of the youngest boys there and we were both wearing hats (note to reader: if you want press always wear a hat. If there is more than one person in your group wearing a hat it's a press blitz!) the press went wild. Patrick McMullen, Wire Image, Bill Cunningham all snapped away.
We had gorged on Pop champagne in the cab up from Mary's book signing so we were eager to continue with libations. One of the yummy staff approached us with 'Mintini's' a mint julep type drink but not nearly as sweet. It was heaven. Then another hot staffer swooped down on us (another note to reader: when you go to such high glam parties, and you are under 30, the staff totally relates to you since you are in the same age bracket, therefore you get the first round of drinks and nibbles always, but dont talk to much with them, you may be thought of as a friend of the help and that can cause trouble) with caviar on EDIBLE spoons and vodka shots. We were in heaven.
Oh hey, I havent to ld you why we are here. Oh wait, I have no idea. I assume it was a benefit for the Museum. The theme was three graces, whatever that means and the attire was: Pure beauty, no ties. What?
We take a quick tour of the muesum and see some great galleries of images of New York then and now. We also tour the reconstructed rooms from the guilded age which are quite a treat.
Now it is time to socialize. Ivanka Trump keeps peeping over at us but doesnt say much. We got a smirk later in the evening.
Amy Fine Collins was looking like a rare bird as usual. Then on the dancing terrace we see three amazingly beautiful girls in pastels gowns all holding some serious court. Justin bursts out, "Oh my God its Lauren Davis! My favorite client!"
We stroll through and say hello and she introduces us to her two friends, Tinsley Mortimer and Fanjul (?). The party had started. Tinsley had just walked in Heatherettes runway show last Friday and carried it off like the lady she is. Lauren was muse at J Mendel and has now decamped to Carolina Herrera. I never found out what Fanjul did but she could cut a mean rug.
We were having so much fun Lauren said, "Can I borrow your phone? I promised my husband I would be home by 9:30 but I am having just too good of a time." So she borrowed, called, clicked END and said, "Ok kids, lets dance!"
All at once the three girls jumped to their feet and we lead them to the dance floor for PYT. I dont think these girls knew what they were getting into with Justin and Cator.
We swung, dipped, twirled and clapped until every photogrpaher at the event was around us snapping to their hearts content.
At one point one of the photographers (who was super cute, and yes talk to them all you want because once they remember you they always snap away) was so excited about the moment that I took his camera away from him so I could get a group shot of all the girls canoodlign with him. After what seemed like an eternity on the dance floor the girls stopped and said, "Oh my God! You two are the best walkers in town! We are inviting you to everything!" Justin and I couldnt hand our cards out fast enough.
Afterwards we chilled on our evenings ottoman and a cute blond approached me in a Pucci dress. "Were you just on a cruise in the Baltics?"
"Yes!" I cry, "Why didn't we hang out?"
"I dont know but I loved your hats everyday. What do you do in NYC?"
"I am a writer, and you?"
"Oh I dont do anything! ha ha ha!"
At this point I about have champgane exiting my nose. I love Socialite candor.
I give her my card and she promises to call since she doesnt have a card because she doesnt do anything.
We dance with her friend from Kate Spade until the DJ leaves us hanging at 10:15.
We protest but he is nowhere to be found.
So Justin and I call it quits. We give kisses to our swans and Lauren decides she must have Justins necklace. He takes it off and drapes it around her delicate neck. She winks and whispers, "Checks in the mail." Then we leave, just a little lighter in our loafers.
This morning in my inbox was an email from Tinsley with an invitation to an event downtown with a 'Hope you can make it! xoxox Tinsley" attached.
Lets the games begin!
Hosted by Nina Ricci and about 4000 socialites we knew we would be the odd balls out.
Sure enough we arrive at the shin dig and there are the painted ladies swooping out of their black cars in floor length chiffon gowns bedazzled in Maharani worthy baubles.
Sure are glad we got dropped off in our yelow cab around the corner.
We may not be Park Avenue prisses but we know how to dress for such functions.
I wore a camel Westwood suit and a spring straw hat I have 'borrowed' from Rod's collection.
Justin was decked out in dark trousers and jacket with a lariat type necklace of bronze olive branches and massive green chandelier crystals. Very Rome meets Venice.
Since we were some of the youngest boys there and we were both wearing hats (note to reader: if you want press always wear a hat. If there is more than one person in your group wearing a hat it's a press blitz!) the press went wild. Patrick McMullen, Wire Image, Bill Cunningham all snapped away.
We had gorged on Pop champagne in the cab up from Mary's book signing so we were eager to continue with libations. One of the yummy staff approached us with 'Mintini's' a mint julep type drink but not nearly as sweet. It was heaven. Then another hot staffer swooped down on us (another note to reader: when you go to such high glam parties, and you are under 30, the staff totally relates to you since you are in the same age bracket, therefore you get the first round of drinks and nibbles always, but dont talk to much with them, you may be thought of as a friend of the help and that can cause trouble) with caviar on EDIBLE spoons and vodka shots. We were in heaven.
Oh hey, I havent to ld you why we are here. Oh wait, I have no idea. I assume it was a benefit for the Museum. The theme was three graces, whatever that means and the attire was: Pure beauty, no ties. What?
We take a quick tour of the muesum and see some great galleries of images of New York then and now. We also tour the reconstructed rooms from the guilded age which are quite a treat.
Now it is time to socialize. Ivanka Trump keeps peeping over at us but doesnt say much. We got a smirk later in the evening.
Amy Fine Collins was looking like a rare bird as usual. Then on the dancing terrace we see three amazingly beautiful girls in pastels gowns all holding some serious court. Justin bursts out, "Oh my God its Lauren Davis! My favorite client!"
We stroll through and say hello and she introduces us to her two friends, Tinsley Mortimer and Fanjul (?). The party had started. Tinsley had just walked in Heatherettes runway show last Friday and carried it off like the lady she is. Lauren was muse at J Mendel and has now decamped to Carolina Herrera. I never found out what Fanjul did but she could cut a mean rug.
We were having so much fun Lauren said, "Can I borrow your phone? I promised my husband I would be home by 9:30 but I am having just too good of a time." So she borrowed, called, clicked END and said, "Ok kids, lets dance!"
All at once the three girls jumped to their feet and we lead them to the dance floor for PYT. I dont think these girls knew what they were getting into with Justin and Cator.
We swung, dipped, twirled and clapped until every photogrpaher at the event was around us snapping to their hearts content.
At one point one of the photographers (who was super cute, and yes talk to them all you want because once they remember you they always snap away) was so excited about the moment that I took his camera away from him so I could get a group shot of all the girls canoodlign with him. After what seemed like an eternity on the dance floor the girls stopped and said, "Oh my God! You two are the best walkers in town! We are inviting you to everything!" Justin and I couldnt hand our cards out fast enough.
Afterwards we chilled on our evenings ottoman and a cute blond approached me in a Pucci dress. "Were you just on a cruise in the Baltics?"
"Yes!" I cry, "Why didn't we hang out?"
"I dont know but I loved your hats everyday. What do you do in NYC?"
"I am a writer, and you?"
"Oh I dont do anything! ha ha ha!"
At this point I about have champgane exiting my nose. I love Socialite candor.
I give her my card and she promises to call since she doesnt have a card because she doesnt do anything.
We dance with her friend from Kate Spade until the DJ leaves us hanging at 10:15.
We protest but he is nowhere to be found.
So Justin and I call it quits. We give kisses to our swans and Lauren decides she must have Justins necklace. He takes it off and drapes it around her delicate neck. She winks and whispers, "Checks in the mail." Then we leave, just a little lighter in our loafers.
This morning in my inbox was an email from Tinsley with an invitation to an event downtown with a 'Hope you can make it! xoxox Tinsley" attached.
Lets the games begin!