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blasblog: a pretty gilded evening

September 24, 2008 1:56 pm

As I am a sucker for anything resembling an English country club, it was a very sad day when I missed last week’s opening party for the new Libertine restaurant in the Gild Hall hotel. Not only did it have the rarest host committee I’ve seen in a while—no girls at all (sorry Tinsley) and chock-full of New York’s coolest guys, both married (Andres Santo Domingo and Jon Ylvisaker) and eligible (Diego Garcia and Alex von Furstenberg)—but I’m a sucker for a free meal. So last night, when the Thompson’s Jason Pomeranc said he was having a few friends down to the Financial District restaurant for a tasting and second look, I jumped at the chance. Tara Subkoff, Jen Brill, Mathew Mellon, Dori Kooperman, Rachel Zoe’s husband Roger Berman and her assistant Taylor, Fabiola Beracasa, and Rebekah McCabe filed in for the Potato Smashies (salmon under potatoes beaten to death with caviar), mini cheeseburgers, mini lobster rolls, and the oh-so-English mushy peas. Regardless of the menu, however, in this now rather dark, vacant part of the city, conversation couldn’t help but veer toward last week’s hullabaloo in the stock market. “We’re doing OK here, because we’re new and we have an ambience and we do a great lunch,” Pomeranc told me. “But after reading that New York Times piece this weekend, part of me thinks that I should just take the restaurant out and make the whole thing a bar.” Following the meal, a few of the guests ventured to a private studio in the West Village to see an extended version of Subkoff’s film noir short Fame Fatale, starring her collection for mall giant Bebe, Lydia Hearst, and Aubrey O’Day in a lesbian makeout session outside nightclub Butter. With a special thanks that read like an Oscar telecast (Spike Jonze, Carrie Fisher, etc.), actress/designer Subkoff seemed proud to show off her finished product, and proud that she may be adding another slash to her business card: director. “That was two and a half months in the editing room,” she sighed. “But I loved every minute of it.”

—Derek Blasberg

Photo: Derek Blasberg

tags: Gild Hall, Libertine, Lydia Hearst, Tara Subkoff