blasblog: an ode to the beatrice inn
A major pastime in the rural parts of Missouri where I spent my childhood summers was caving. Yes, wading though mud in the dark in underground parts of the earth—woohoo. The first thing a caver learns is that if a bat flies into your face, it’s not an attack—it’s because bats memorize the layouts of their dark lairs and don’t bother checking their routes when they move around. The reason I relate this story is because I can say with some sense of authority that the Beatrice Inn has become New York’s bat cave. For some, perhaps including myself, it would be not entirely impossible to walk into that place blindfolded yet still know where the bar is, where the doorman sits, and depending on the hour, where the bathroom line starts and ends. Sure, I might still dabble in a Bungalow 8 here or a Socialista there, but when it comes to the Spring 2009 collections, it has been all about the Beatrice Inn. And I’m not the only one who thinks so: Both Mary-Kate and Ashley Olsen have made cameos at the bar, as have Adrian Grenier, Juliette Lewis, Lou Doillon, Theodora Richards, and Joy Bryant. They were there for Chiara Clemente‘s birthday, Purple magazine’s after-dinner bash, and the Proenza Schouler post-show celebration. (And then there was that whole Sean Avery VIP area thing, which has in fact lasted all week as planned.) Last night—as people filed in from the V Magazine party, the Chanel dinner, and wherever else one might spend a Wednesday evening—was just another average night at the nightspot: Sharing the booths were Avery, Kirsten Dunst, Barbara Bush, and Tara Subkoff (all repeat fashion-week attendees) as well as new faces such as Rosetta Getty, Brendan Shanahan, Catherine Keener, and Amanda Scheer-Demme. And, unlike Sunday night, there wasn’t an FDNY-prompted evacuation.
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