Al Gore, move over! On Thursday, April 12, the Sundance Channel hosted a party on the second floor of ABC Home in honor of Robert Redford’s earthy new documentary series, The Green. Neither Mr. Redford nor promised rocker-guest Avril Lavigne was in attendance, but several society nymphs did show up to view the film A Crude Awakening: The Oil Crash, sip green-tea martinis and ogle the $4,000 recovered tree branches—er, pieces of furniture—that were scattered about.
“I’m so into the environment now,” said Annie Churchill, ex of Winston’s grandson, who with her friend Amanda Hearst has been earnestly communicating with the Natural Resources Defense Council about founding a fund-raising group. “You realize they have to shock you to make their point,” she said of the evening’s entertainment, which she found “very intense; very depressing.”
Ms. Churchill then turned her critical gaze to her own swanky subculture. “If you look at the socialites that I grew up with: Aerin Lauder, Samantha Boardman, Fernanda Niven, Shoshanna”—she who needs no surname!—“and Jill Kargman, these girls are smart and accomplished. These girls are really doing things; they’re the real thing,” she said.
But—and we know you’ll be shocked to read this—there are apparently plenty of fakers, too. “These days, people just hire publicists to be in the paper,” Ms. Churchill said. “If this girl, for instance—and we don’t need to name names—is willing to pay $5,000 to $10,000 a month to a publicist just to be in the paper, then to me that’s really pathetic and sad, because why not give that money to charity? People are so vain. I know people who have practically fake businesses just to justify going out every night. Of course, there are exceptions—like Amanda and Lydia,” she said, referring to that other Hearst gal, the one who models.
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