Every now and then, an invitation comes in that makes us so happy to be on the party circuit; and the chance to view Elizabeth Taylor’s jewelry collection at a Dom Pérignon sponsored lunch was one such invite. Diamonds and Champagne, what could be a better way to spend a chilly fall afternoon?
And this Read More
“Did you know there’s a guy named Nacho here?” Kathy Griffin asked The Observer.
We were on Governors Island for the Veuve Clicquot Polo Classic, the fourth annual polo match that takes place in New York City. The crowd, a smattering of socialites (Lauren Santo Domingo in white, tiny once again three months after giving Read More
On a damp evening in May, the great and the gray trooped up the marble stairs of one of New York City’s most hallowed institutions, the New York Public Library, for its centennial celebration. A smorgasbord of talent had been hired to showcase the library’s varied nature, including an outdoor electric harpist, the Abyssinian Baptist Read More
There are certain signs that spring has arrived in New York City: pudgy, pale Wall Street bankers start running along the West Side highway, hipsters sip iced coffee in the park and the seersucker suit makes its first appearance on the fashion circuit. Hamish Bowles, European Editor of Vogue, wore a moss-colored seersucker suit with Read More
As a rule, guests at New York parties do not usually eat hors-d’oeuvres; trays waft back under people’s noses and no one ever touches a bite. But guests at the Vanity Fair party for the TriBeCa Film Festival on Thursday night broke their own rules and couldn’t seem to get enough of Michelin-starred chief Thomas Read More
Modern Declaration‘s Daun Curry turns up the volume at a duplex Chelsea loft owned by DJ and model Sky Nellor. SLIDESHOW: Sky Nellor’s Chelsea loft Who knows you better than your hairdresser? When Ricardo Rojas, Sky Nellor’s hairdresser, said he Read More
At the launch of Black Sweater, filmmaker (and Johnson & Johnson heir) Jamie Johnson‘s new men’s wear line at Bergdorf Goodman, not even an epic hailstorm could keep the stampede of socialites away. The name comes from a WASP legend, in which an upper-class grande dame would send black cashmere sweaters to individuals Read More
