What gorgeous grey gardens!

Fresh off the boat from Amsterdam and Antwerp, Rod and I headed down to the National Arts Club (Entre nous can we call is NAC from now on? Thanks) to celebrate the Medal of Honor for Theater going to Albert Maysles.
If you are from Mars you may not know he was one of the two documentarians of Grey Gardens. The other was his brother David who died in 1987.

Rod and I are huge fans of the film and the musical, which we saw together just one month ago. Rod introduced me to the film when I first moved into 202 around six years ago. I have been saddened and infatuated by it since. I have another connection too, which is quite odd. One day when coming home from Brand Pimps I was greeted in the platform at 14th Street by and old man who yelled at me, "Who are you? Nobody dresses like you do today! You know I knew a load of people who dressed like you at one point, their names where the Beales. I made Grey Gardens!"
Well he looked and sounded crazy but as soon as I got home and googled the name he mentioned I was star struck. It really was Albert Maysles!! So I have hoped to meet him again some day.
Tonight would be the night.

What does one wear to such an event??
Well the invite said, Dress: Grey Gardens Attire. So I wore a pastel look reminiscent of East Hampton, well au currant but could have been 1978. Rod wore an Oswald Boatang suit and a hat from his latest 'ism' collection called 'Voyeurism', which has a keyhole in the brim one can peek through.

The NAC was all decked out in ivy, which was such fun. Ladies were bedecked in swimsuits and turbans, Twenties chubbies and loads of cloches. Why does Grey Gardens invoke the 20's? Must be when Lil' Eddie was a socialite, but that was the 30's. Anyhow. It was great fun to see everyone decked out.

Dinner was served and we were in the nosebleed section. Luckily there were televisions near so we could see what was happening in the front (How do we ever get those god damn front seats Aldon?).
We had lovely dinner companions although they all raised a brow when Rod and I requested the fifth bottle of wine for ourselves. Hey! Why not? Eddie would of done the same thing.

So the speeches were fun and there were singers from the show, never before seen clips of the movie and a portrait unveiled.
One speaker reminisced about working with Anne Margaret around the same time of year. He said, "Anne, I didn’t know you worked over Passover, and she said, oh I never play on game shows!"
Another said, "Well this is the best damn Sadder I have ever attended."
Who said that? It may well of been Jean-Claude and Christo who for some reason were there and spoke. By that time Rod and I were too blotto to figure it out.
No matter what, it was a grand night.
Rod and I snapped shots of some of the grand dames of the night and then tottered over to the Gramercy Hotel where I shot pool (very horribly) and Rod drank champagne.
Here is to two old broads who were a bit dysfunctional but made a great impression on generations to come.
No Rod, I'm not talking about us!