Blasblog: Four Peas, Two Pods
The ladies I spent Wednesday night with, Fabiola Beracasa and Joan Rivers, might not seem to have much in common. But they do: a love of wigs, great senses of humor, and even greater taste in jewelry. My night started at Beracasa’s West Village penthouse, where she was hosting a trunk show for Eddie Borgo. “It’s the shape of a triangle! How perfect is that?” Borgo said of her modernist, all-glass dining room with stunning views of downtown Manhattan (his line is inspired by such geometric shapes). Recession or not, his wares were selling like hotcakes, which made Beracasa curious: “Does the management get a cut of the profits?” She noted that the centerpieces—votive candles arranged with stuffed birds and moss—were bought the day before on a budget. “All that for only $20! I’m getting very business-savvy over here.”
At the West Bank Café in midtown, the conversation also turned to gems and cost-cutting. “What? You don’t like this Chanel knockoff?” Joan Rivers screamed at an audience member about her QVC jewelry collection. “Well, you should: I’m giving people jobs over here. Underage kids do the setting—little fingers set little stones—and then all my old friends with the shakes polish ‘em up.” Her references to style—she kills her own furs, she streaks her own hair—were of particular interest to the rest of my group: Interview‘s Christopher Bollen, Lazaro Hernandez, and Jen Brill, the last of whom we brought for her birthday. For her present, she got a little gift from Rivers herself: a heckling. “Did you get a good one?” Rivers snapped in the middle of her act, when Jen made the mistake of taking a camera-phone picture. She added a touching smile—and a racial slur.
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