Another great group of my bon amies, Loden Dager, had a lovely presentation in a Chelsea art gallery on Saturday night.
First off, the day in clothes was a good one on the whole. Ruffian showed at the club and although some of it didn't make sense to me, there were some stellar pieces. Ruffles from Ruffian can't be beat.
Buckler was faggy and frivolous. I don’t get that line a bit. Atil has seen better days but some of the textiles were quite yummy for drapes or lampshades.
James Aguilar and I chatted a bunch and figured out some of those D-list people who crawl about the tents in silly outfits and call themselves stylist. One's name is Prince William the III and he is from Ghana and the other was named something like Geepak from Nepal. Geepak is the older man we all know for wearing animal print suits and matching newsboy hats.
Later that night I headed over to Chelsea to see Paul (pictured), Alex and Matthew present Loden Dager. The line is always spot on for 'boys who like books', although apparently the line has expanded to include lady-men since there was a pile of lesbians perusing the line and several of the models were quite gender bending. THANK YOU boys! Always keeping us on our toes. Fresh.
Afterwards I had a divine Indian dinner and some downtime before heading to Ben Widdicombe's for Mark Ellwood’s 13th celebration of his 21st birthday. It's always a bit like a homecoming at Ben's with the same editors, PR people and lovers of pigs and blankets. The joint may be filled with loads of industry people but not a lick of work is discussed. Heaven. Afterwards Reinaldo and I skipped out over to Justin's house for more chatting in a low-key setting. Chatting continued until 2am when the liquor ran dry and we couldn’t find a bootlegger so we called it a night.
Moving over to Tuesday I adored Luca Luca. Take note ladies! The looks are so clean, well cut and playful. Does playful sound dainty like Marsha Brady? I mean playful like martinis and skiing in Gstaad. Doo Ri was elegant although some people thought it was a played out collection. Too much draping. A bit Balenciaga. But I loved the mini trench that opened the show.
I ditchedc Heatherette for dinner at Il Cantinori in honor of Jamie Drake's 50th birthday. Thank God I missed it too. I’m not a huge fan of Richie after the horrible was he treated his ex-roommate and my close friend Matt Bell. And I don't know one person who has a good thing to say about him so just as well. I heard his show was a disaster anyhow.
Dinner was great fun and I got to see and meet some great people. Mary Jane always sends me to the moon and well heeled Ruthy and I had some catching up to do. I nearly coaxed her out to the Beatrice with me but she stayed put like a good hostess should. Next time dear Ruth...
The highlight of dinner was Jamie's gift from Mayor Bloomberg- a proclamation that February 6th is Jamie Drake Day!
A dashed out of dinner around 11 and headed to the Beatrice for the Purple Magazine party. It was chaos at the door but such fun once I made it inside. Alexis was taking pictures for the magazine and either his batteries died or his flash didn’t work but he took over my camera for the evening and shot the canoodling crowd. Around 3 I flew up the stairs and into a cab, cape and hat in hand. Bon Nuit Beatrice!
