The Eight-Day Week
Who can say no to a “Skype introduction” by mogul of all things Richard Branson and a host committee that includes Lauren Bush Lauren, Martha Stewart and Tommy Hilfiger? And did we mention that Sting, his wife Trudie Styler and photographer Bruce Weber (hopefully with shirtless male models in tow) are the honorary hosts? It’s Read More
Thursday Night Ciné
Just when we were sick and tired of cinema screenings and movie premiere parties (Hello nomination-baiting season!), The Cinema Society alongside Dior and Vanity Fair hosted one of its best shindigs yet, at the legendary Indochine restaurant following a showing of the Rust and Bone, Jacques Audiard’s 2012 French-Belgian film, which stars Marion Cotillard and dizzyingly sexy Matthias Schoenaerts.
“I’m gonna need eight glasses of Champagne to lift myself up from that one!” one power publicist bellowed to The Observer over the roaring crowd.
“But Marion Cotillard was just amazing!”
This writer unfortunately missed the screening in order to support wounded U.S. servicemen and women uptown for Stand Up For Heroes event, which featured performances by John Mayer, Roger Waters and Bruce Springsteen.
We were hoping for a sighting and perhaps to bavarder with the Oscar-winner.
“Marion had to immediately catch an international flight,” one social stalwart dutifully informed us. Of course she had plenty of time to pose for the cameras in her Dior couture, flashing her wondrous baby-bump.
“Look who it is: it’s Edwina, the Edwina,” Isaac Mizrahi exclaimed to The Observer this past Saturday, as he approached Edwina von Gal, the designer who, Ross Bleckner told us, “did the landscaping at my house in Sagaponack.”
We were at Cindy Sherman’s new East Hampton home at a benefit for the Azuero Earth Project, the Panama-based ecological nonprofit of which Ms. von Gal is president. It was a cozy beginning-of-the-end to the Hamptons summer season. Guests sat on benches under a white tent to eat empanadas and watch performances by Suzanne Vega, Rufus Wainwright, Laurie Anderson and Lou Reed. Children climbed into pendulous bamboo cocoons, stuffed with pillows, that swayed from the trees.
“Pretty much every gay man in fashion is here,” a guest remarked at the AIDS Community Research Initiative of America’s “Cocktails at Sunset” benefit on Saturday evening.
And so it seemed. The air was heavily perfumed, and well-fitting white jeans abounded in the backyard of Ross Bleckner’s Sagaponack residence. Despite some wild weather earlier in the week—a smothering heat wave followed by a severe summer storm—the sky had cleared and the beach breeze was cool.
Photographer Stewart Shining expressed his relief at this, telling The Observer that, as the vice president of ACRIA, he’d been running around all day getting things ready and having nightmares about the rain. And with good reason—Kelly Klein told us that she’d attended the annual kickoff at the Bridgehampton Polo Club earlier that day, only for it to be canceled because of Friday’s harsh weather. “But everybody still showed up, so it was a bunch of people with nowhere to go,” she explained, a little exasperated.
But the grass was dry as Jeffrey Bilhuber, Tomas Maier and David Kleinberg milled around the tented lawn, sipping champagne and taking in the silent auction featuring Robert Mapplethorpe’s Fang (1987) and a Robert Longo portrait of Cindy Sherman, which sold for $9,000 and $11,000, respectively.
Samantha Ronson‘s former lawyer, Martin Garbus, is threatening to sue her for nonpayment. He wrote "Please don’t force me to do it … The blogs will pick it up." [NYDN]
In more fun news, Ms. Ronson’s girlfriend, Lindsay Lohan, will dress as Sarah Palin for Halloween! [Full Disclosure] Read More
I’ve become an agony aunt (or uncle) for fresh-faced young Manhattanites. Encouraged by the forthright views espoused in this column, the young and the restless are seeking my guidance in ever-increasing numbers. Don’t get me wrong: I’m not complaining. In fact, I rather enjoy guiding a young personage through a sticky rite of passage or Read More