Harry Brant strikes a pose for the cameras at Emporio Armani's flagship store opening.

Despite that Harry Brant has barely cleared puberty, the social-buzzing, babygay spawn of model Stephanie Seymour and billionaire media/art/real estate tycoon Peter Brant, has a busy schedule that rivals those of Paris Hilton and Olivier Zahm. This past Friday at Emporio Armani’s 601 Madison Avenue boutique opening, we approached the 16-year-old high school sophomore to find why is he out socializing with Roberta Armani, Luigi Tadini, Ms. Hilton, Ricky Martin, Ryan Lochte, artist Rashaad Newsome, Anna dello Russo and Kate Lanphear, when he should probably be cracking those Algebra books.

“What have you been up to today?” we asked.

“I went to Rag & Bone. I liked it,” replied Mr. Brant, smiling profoundly.

“What are you doing at Armani?”

“I’m here for the clothes!”

“Are you going to be at any of the parties later? John Varvatos? Jason Wu?” The Observer prodded.

“Um tomorrow is Carine [Roitfeld]’s party,” he replied.

“So have you started school?” we questioned, suggesting he should be at home studying.

“Yes, today I went to Rag & Bone and then I went on a field trip to the aquarium with my school.”

“How do you balance your social schedule with school?” we asked.

“I mean, I’m pretty much like a modern-day Hannah Montana!” Mr. Brant said.

Does that mean Mr. Brant is living a double life? Is he secretly a world famous pop star? And since when did being a spoiled billionaire socialite boy constitute as a “normal teenage girl?”

Before he could clarify, a chaotic pack led by Cory Kennedy and Ms. Hilton stumbled drunkenly into the fiesta.

The Observer quickly grabbed a few glasses of water and offered them to Ms. Kennedy and her coterie, who more than needed it. Then we were off to rowdier pastures.

Even with a two-person crew working to tidy nightlife impresario André Saraiva’s new Chinatown apartment for the busy weekend ahead, it’s impossible to ignore the high-pitched shrieks coming from the shower in the back room. Saraiva is “having breakfast,” I’m vaguely assured, with his girlfriend, socialite Annabelle Dexter-Jones. It’s Friday, a quarter past noon. [...] “Either André and Annabelle were having sex in the shower,” a partygoer will say to me later that weekend, “or someone was strangling a crocodile."

The upshot, however, is that we all now know what having sex and/or breakfast with a socialite sounds like. Do with that what you will. It's the alternative positioning that matters, though, as if that is indeed what Mr. Saraiva's breakfasts sound like these days, Manhattan should eagerly await Le Baron's arrival on the nightlife scene. 

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Outside the Frick Collection's Young Fellows Ball last Thursday, torrential rain added to the hothouse feeling of the evening's theme, Chinosierie. In the covered garden courtyard, tuxedo-clad waiters ferried flutes of Veuve Cliquot and tumblers of the evening's signature vodka cocktail, The Ginger Dragon. Fittingly, DJ Anton spun his tunes in the Music Room where guests could also partake in a dim sum bar, prompting an event organizer to offer gleefully, "DJ's and dumplings!" Patrons, soggy but exuberant, took the theme surprisingly literally with chopsticks securing their chignons and Geisha parasols as props rather than rain repellants. One elder man hid his graying coif with a Chinese Noble's hat replete with an attached dark braid Rapunzel-ing halfway down the back of his tuxedo.

The choices were clear: John Galliano, Muammar Gaddafi and Charlie Sheen. The Observer asked society staples, Olivia Chantecaille, Adelina Wong Ettelson and Alexandra Lebenthal to play the after-dinner game, 'Fuck, marry or kill'

"Ooo, that's a tough one," Ms. Chantecaille said thoughtfully, smoothing the silk jersey of her one-sleeved black mock turtle-neck Calvin Klein gown.

"Wait, marry, kill and sleep with?" Adelina Wong Ettelson clarified.

"I'm not playing," said Jay Diamond, Ms. Lebenthal's husband, definitively.

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Rembrandt's recently restored self-portrait watched the group arms-crossed from the gallery wall nearby, surveying the entire length of the garden court. "I think I might marry Galliano," said Ms. Wong Ettelson in a short, beaded, bib-front black and white Valentino.

"Yeah, and I think he would be a good husband. He wouldn't really get in my way. He would just be drunk, slurring words," Ms. Wong Ettelson tried to rationalize.

"He's an anti-Semite." Mr. Diamond interrupted with visible frustration.

"Yeah, for me that would be an issue." Agreed Ms. Lebenthal who wore a strapless Marchesa dress whipped into tufts of sea-foam green meringue.

"For me that would be a non-starter," said Mr. Diamond.

"But then Gaddafi and Charlie Sheen on the other hand?" Ms. Wong Ettelson asked, defending the difficulty of her choice.

"Yeah, there's really no good option there," said Ms. Chantecaille.

Ms. Lebenthal asked, "Yeah, aren't there any other options? Like Brad Pitt, Bradley Cooper?" Picky, Picky.

In the neighboring gallery event organizer extraordinaire Bronson van Wyck and interior designer Margot Good felt even more strongly.

"Well, Gaddafi I wanna kill, that's a no-brainer," said Ms. Good.

"You should always marry the gay guy, so Galliano," added Mr. Van Wyck.

"And obviously Charlie Sheen is good in bed, he's..." Ms. Good paused to find the right word, "...well-versed."

Entering the Fragonard room muraled in panels of prancing puttis and parasoled reines of the Ancien Regime, Ms. Chantecaille exclaimed, "Oh my God it looks like a breath of spring and summer." Ms. Wong Ettelson joined her.

"We were just joking that this would be the perfect place to play Clue," said Ms. Chantecaille. "Wouldn't it be so much fun!?"

"I would be Miss Peacock," Ms. Chantecaille decided.

"I would be Colonel Mustard," volunteered Ms. Wong Ettelson.

"Really? I can see you as Miss Scarlett because you always have the red lips."

"That's true," she agreed thoughtfully.

"This is such a nice room because you almost forget it's like a monsoon outside," said Ms. Chantecaille. Ms. Wong-Ettelson huddled under the cover of her Shanghai Tang coat. "I really thought there would be people out there with umbrellas," she explained, "And there weren't!"

"I was leaving and my husband ran to get me an umbrella," Ms. Chantecaille said, "and he came back and was like, 'Is it inappropriate to go to the Frick event with a Whitney Museum umbrella?' I was like, 'I think it'll be okay. No one will notice.'"

Fashion designer Rachel Roy wasn't bothered by the weather. Asked how she protected herself from the storm, Ms. Roy shrugged, "I didn't. It's just water. Sorry, I don't care about those things."

The event co-sponsor posed for photographs in the marble lobby with the group of chairwomen, measuring almost a foot taller than rest of the group. Prematurely blooming Cherry blossoms nestled in two red lacquer vases, more Ikea than Ming Dynasty, flanking either side of the posing host committee.

She wore a pale sea-green wrap dress of her own design, nude Manolo Blahnik pointy toe heels and carried a colorful Judith Leiber clutch. Covering the head of the purse with her palm while clutching it, it was only when Ms. Roy held up the bejewelled minaudiere that one could recognize it as Ganesh, the elephant-headed Hindu God of Beginnings and Obstacles.

"I'm Indian, I wasn't not gonna get the Ganesh!" She joked.

But despite the most successful sartorial efforts, undoubtedly the best-dressed of all was Ingres' Comtesse d'Haussonville, who in her hyacinth blue taffeta, observed the revelry with resolution. Of course, she had seen it all before.

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Another front row star was the stunning Christina Hendricks. Wearing a tight-fitting blue and black dress from Carolina Herrera the Mad Men star was mobbed by reporters she tried to answer everyone's questions before she was whisked away backstage.   We couldn't get close enough to speak to her and weren't going to push our way to the front (that would have been unforgivably unladylike at Carolina Herrera) but we overheard that it was her first show. As Ms. Hendrick is by far and away our favorite pin-up for making curves popular again, we hope to see her at a great deal more.

It would be such a pleasure to live in Carolina Herrera's world. When you see her clothes which are so feminine and well-cut it must just be impossible to think bad thoughts in those beautiful materials. Her fall line was up to the ladylike standard we've come to expect from Mrs. Herrera -- with one or two stand outs. She designed a beautiful turquoise and dark gray jacquard gown which some tall star will definitely wear to this year's Oscars and a turquoise shift dress that every Condé Nast editor will fight over.

 The crowd was, as you might expect, heavy on the socialites who were all milling around before and after the show, air-kissing each other.  It was like being at cocktail party at ten in the morning without drinks. Amanda Hearst, Annie Churchill Albert, Emilia Fanjul Pfeifler and Lauren Bush were just a few of Mrs. Herrera's supporter who turned out for her big day.

Men's Fashion Week may have wrapped up in Paris on Wednesday, but a few New York gents invented an entirely new trend Thursday evening at the Park Avenue Armory: suits paired with duck boots. The Observer spotted several guys at the Winter Antiques Show's Young Collectors Night sporting the fashionably questionable but seasonally necessary look-including one brave young man in full white-tie top hat and tails, with his trousers tucked carelessly into a large pair of the snow-defeating boots.

The ladies, of course, wouldn't dream of pairing David Meister cocktail dresses with rubberized footwear; but even their Louboutins were shorter-heeled and rounder-toed than we're used to seeing. Among the dozens and dozens of exhibitors' booths fully stocked with furniture, art and curios, many of the women made a beeline straight for Macklowe Gallery and its sizable collection of Art Nouveau jewelry. "It's like asking, 'What's your favorite child?'" Macklowe employee Bernard Cohen said when we asked him to show us his favorite piece. "I love this piece, I love this piece, this is sensational," Mr. Cohen went on, gesturing to some particularly extravagant Van Cleef and Arpels jewels.

"Of course, I love looking at all the jewelry, because I'm such a girl," socialite Whitney Douglass admitted. "Actually, I love looking at all the art. I'm sort of, right now, into contemporary Western art, myself. But I like reeducating myself, and this is the perfect place to keep yourself in the relevant scene of art." As for her own collection, Ms. Douglass favors a 6-foot-wide David Bromley painting her husband purchased for her recently.

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Those who stuck to jewelry and paintings missed some of the show's more fantastical items for sale: a $75,000 signed letter by John Calvin or a sketch of the double-helix model of DNA made by James Watson himself, both at Kenneth W. Rendell Inc.; a first edition of The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn at Bauman Rare Books; and an incredible 10,000-year-old fossilized walrus skull at Peter Petrou's booth. "It was dug out of the Alaskan permafrost at some point," Mr. Petrou said. "I just think it's a fantastic piece of sculpture, and the colors-terrific!"

Between noshing on a few of the event's plentiful hors d'oeuvres-notably, a slice of thick fresh turkey with cranberry chutney on a tiny, spongy pumpkin roll-The Observer happened upon Courtney Booth, one of the event's co-chairs, who is the daughter of a pair of antiques collectors and has been coming to the show for years.

Ms. Booth, who wore a fetching black lace Elie Tahari dress, is an American folk art enthusiast, but she had her eye on a singular item of a slightly different nature at the show. "It's a trade sign, which was the 19th-century version of advertising or billboards, that is actually giving you a glimpse of a house of ill repute. It says 'Farmer's Retreat,' but it's described by a four-line stanza, and the first letter of each line spells out 'TART' vertically," she said.

The show's Young Collectors Night, Ms. Booth explained, is designed to demystify antiques for New Yorkers who aren't yet experts. "That's what we're trying to teach with this young collectors' event," she said. "It's not about re-creating your grandmother's living room; it's about taking an amazing trade sign, or-"

A young man interrupted, presumably taking up some unfinished business from a previous conversation. "I remember now," he said. "Greenwich, last June, the polo party!"

"Yes, there you go!" Ms. Booth responded cheerfully, and resumed telling us the purpose of her event without missing a beat. "It's about taking these things and putting them in the contemporary context. I mean, I have country furniture that I hang with Josef Albers prints.

Wendy Goodman, design editor of New York magazine, was intrigued by the textiles, books and paintings on view at the show. But her mind was on loftier things-namely, the East Side Settlement House, the organization to which the night's proceeds would go.

As Lady Gaga's "Bad Romance" played in the background, Ms. Goodman told The Observer about a day she spent at the Settlement House, which aims to supplement the public-school system for South Bronx children. "I just was so moved by the people that are so committed to helping the students, and it was an extraordinary day, because I really thought, 'There's not enough that you can do,'" Ms. Goodman said. "All of the money that's raised tonight-if only we could do more." She, along with the rest of the young collectors in attendance, is off to a great start. -Alexandria Symonds

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The contest—which gained a bit of heat last week when Page Six reported on socialites' efforts to stack the votes in their favor—closes with four finalists: Publishing heiress, model and bag-designer Lydia Hearst faces off against socialite/style writer Derek Blasberg, and Lauren Davis, socialite and Vogue editor, faces off against Peter Davis, the mocialite-loving ... style writer!

Conclusions? OK, the media totally stacked this thing. And! The mocialites are ascendant. And? Lydia Hearst.

We heard you're working on a reality show called The 10021 that takes place in South Hampton?

Yes, it’s basically a show about four New Yorkers living a kind of fashion lifestyle and about how their professional lives intersect with their social lives. It’s a reality show, but it is being done more like a documentary-drama because it’s filmed as a snapshot of our lives.

There are four main characters: Devorah [Rose] is the editor of Social Life Magazine, Teddy John is a successful model, Annabel [Vartanian] is my best friend and a very talented actress.

Devorah is also the executive producer of the show so she has the ability to make things be advantageous for her. There’s been a lot of trepidation about that on my end. Not only does Devorah have a magazine called Social Life, but she firmly believes she is a socialite, and I don’t know if it will win her a lot of fans. I don’t think it’s a word that really means anything. Being executive producer, I’m sure that she can make some decisions that will manipulate the show so that she comes off a certain way, but it’s real life so there’s not much anyone can manipulate.

Has there been any tension in the house so far?

We’ve shot a pilot, but I’m not allowed to talk about any of that. But, I’m sure that just like with anyone else living together, that there will be some tension.

People have described it as a blend of The Hills and Gossip Girl.

Well, it shows New York in the same way that The Hills shows L.A., but it’s different in that we have full time careers—my favorite part of watching The Hills is when the girls are at Teen Vogue. As for Gossip Girl, I think that it shows a somewhat similar lifestyle as our show. We go to some of the same places and it’s a little like Sex and the City where the city is portrayed as a glamorized fifth character. The show’s producers really understand the aesthetic sensibility of the city and will play up iconic Hamptons and New York City images.

What do you think makes it different from other reality shows?

Well, for starters, the show isn’t about winning something, so it’s not a forced situation. Granted, I’m not close friends with everyone on the show, but it’s not throwing us in an atmosphere that we don’t know. It’s basically taking what we’re doing every day and documenting it. It wasn’t like a casting call or a contrived situation.

Who can we expect to make appearances on the show?

I can’t say who’ll make appearances, but I can say that everyone who will be appearing are my friends. They’ll be successful designers, people who have professional credibility that you will recognize.

The crinkly-voiced neo-folkist graces the cover of the magazine’s April “Beautiful People” issue, in honor of which many beautiful New Yorkers gathered to celebrate, well, each other’s beauty.

Downtown party regular Richie Rich of Heatherette was present as was fashion muse Andre J and Gossip Girl’s Ed Westwick, who’s been making his way around town this week. The Daily Transom also heard that Bjork and Matthew Barney made a brief appearance, but couldn’t spot them in the shoulder-to-shoulder packed mob of young, glammed-up partygoers eager for a photo op.

Unfortunately for Ms. Newsom, everyone was enjoying themselves so much that they were reluctant to quiet down long enough to let the devoted Newsom fans in the room get entranced by the singer’s childlike plinking. And despite Mr. Hershkovitz asking everyone to “please respect the performance and quiet down,” Ms. Newsom ultimately played only two songs to an audience that seemed largely uninterested, and left the stage.

When Park Avenue Peerage posted an item about the Young Fellows of the Frick Collection gala yesterday, the site’s commenters went a little nuts.

One commenter said, “Byrdie Bell rocks, nobody even comes close!
“I have known Serena [Merriman] my entire life and the girl is 100% completely full of herself,” said another. And there was this one: “Byrdie, Tinsley, Barbara look stunning!” And this one: “What happened to Annelise? Tinsley is sweet, Byrdie is sweet albeit cro-magnon, even Lydia is nice but she is always on autopilot and just needs to CHILL, however, Annelise is unequivocally a bitch.”

Okay, so remember that little Socialite Slapdown site that we mentioned we were running? Why not let your frustrations—or admirations—out on there?

Round I results are in and according to all of you, Ivanka Trump beats out Minnie Mortimer in the Brains category, while Olivia Palermo won the Brio match against Paul Johnson-Calderone!

Want more? Okay. Fabiola Beracasa triumphed over Marjorie Gubelmann Raein in the Beauty category and Zani Gugelmann over Maggie Betts. Go and see the rest of the results for yourself!

A: According to a HELLO MY NAME IS sticker on Izzy Gold’s Web site:

I WAS BORN IN NYC
I’M A ROUGH TOUGH BADASS
BUT…
WASH ME COLD, TUMBLE ME DRY
AND DON’T FORGET
IZZY GOLD KNOWS!!!

Mr. Gold was born in New York and raised both here and in Arezzo, Italy. He designs a line of T-shirts including one that is called Kiss Kiss inspired by a 1996 Patrick McMullan book of the same name. One of Mr. Gold's dear friends is Ally Hilfiger; in fact one is rarely spotted very far from the other of a New York evening. Ms. Hilfiger guest-designed a special T-shirt for his line and they’ve collaborated on art works that were displayed at the Chelsea Art Museum.

According to his Web site, Mr. Gold is also launching a new clothing line called Beauty, “consisting of dresses, hoodie dresses, and tanks.”

Mr. Gold’s real name is Francesco Civetta, but he goes by Izzy Gold because "Izzy Gold was Rocky Marciano's boxing promoter,” and he thought it sounded like a “cool name,” he told Women’s Wear Daily. The daily published a piece on Mr. Gold today because it wanted to know if his name had anything to do with GoldBar—where Mr. Gold D.J.'s on Saturday nights and which has gold-leafed ceilings and a gold-plated bar. It doesn't! He came up with "Izzy Gold" a year and a half before he started working at GoldBar. WWD also reports that he spins for the likes of Lenny Kravitz, Cameron Diaz and John Mayer, whom Mr. Gold told the paper is such a low talker that his requests to the D.J. booth have to be written down.

“You may see Izzy dining at one of Manhattan's finest Italian restaurants, hustling on the Bowery, spinning music, working on films, or just rocking out with a gaggle of models, celebrities, and/or socialites,” he says of himself on his Web site.