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18 posts tagged "Beatrice Inn"

Redeemable For Dreams (But Not, Alas, For Drinks)


André Saraiva is now better known as an international nightlife impresario—the man behind Le Baron, Beatrice Inn, and Le Montana—but at the beginning, he was just a graffiti artist with an alter ego (the winking smiley-face tag Mr. A, who’s since gone on to adorn Belvedere bottles and serve as the logo for Saraiva’s Black Block clothing line) and the balls to tag it on every exposed surface in Paris. The graffiti missions are less frequent than they used to be, but at Colette’s gallery space, a new show of the artist’s drawings should remind you of the bygone days. The drawings of imagined currencies from “Bank André” may not be legal tender—except, maybe, for amour et rêves—but we’re betting his admirers will snap them up all the same.

Through February 27 at Colette, 213 rue Saint-Honoré, Paris,

Illustrations: Andr#&233; Saraiva

All-Out War. And Moët.


Art-world denizens put their thinking (and drinking) caps on last night at the Accompanied Literary Society’s “Art War” quiz challenge at Milk Gallery. A brainier follow-up to the paintball tournament the group put on at this year’s Art Basel Miami Beach, the war combined cocktails, works by Andrew Cramer, and five teams slightly confused about the Jeopardy-style rules—all in all, an evening of loud, buzzer-ringing, smarty-pants fun. Few questions (all hewing to the theme of violence in art) went unanswered, and at one point, ALS director Brooke Geahan threatened to cut off the Belvedere and Moët unless the crowd piped down. Matthew Higgs of White Columns served as quizmaster, and the Beatrice Inn’s Paul Sevigny deejayed before taking his spot among the eventual winners—led by gallerist Andrew Kreps and Gagosian’s Sam Orlofsky in an eleventh-hour triumph over Phillips de Pury. “We could have won by a larger amount, but it’s all about quick reaction,” Kreps concluded. (Tell that to the trigger-happy squad led by Horacio Silva, Chris Bollen, and Cecilia Dean, which finished in the negatives.) Back near the bar, teammate Rebecca Guinness downplayed her role in the victory: “I contributed some very long legs. I actually couldn’t see the screen.”

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Blasblog: Beatrice, Good And Empty. Huh?


If you heard about the crush at Vladimir Restoin-Roitfeld’s after-party at Indochine, be assured it was no exaggeration. Potted plants were tipped over, drinks were spilled, and strangers became extremely intimate with each other while trying to squeeze from one empty pocket of the room to the next. That’s why Benicio Del Toro started a migration to the Beatrice Inn soon after midnight. Who would believe that place could ever be comfortably and impressively empty? According to the door staff, that was the intent. Selma Blair and Joy Bryant were among the small herd who trekked to the West Village hot spot for some peaceful partying. Perhaps scared of overcrowding again, Del Toro found himself in a sanctioned-off nook near the front of the joint, with a strict guest list policy (just when you thought getting in the place was hard enough). But he had a system set up for people asking to bring in friends. “Are they pretty?” he’d question. Hey, if it’s going to get crowded, there might as well be some eye candy.

Photo: Jun Sato/ WireImage

Blasblog: Another Season, Another Week of Beatrice


Many were wondering if Beatrice Inn, the West Village nightclub that has held the lock on fashion week after-hours for a few seasons, was going to continue its dominance during the Fall ’09 collections. (Well, at least I was.) And while there have been some competing venues-Chloe 81 was allegedly raving Friday night, and the pop-up Le Baron at the Bowery Hotel has been packed these past three eves-Sunday night’s post-Purple party proved that the low-ceiling lounge is still happening. Bob Colacello made his debut appearance there with friends Adam Lippes and Coco Brandolini. Olivier Zahm and Leigh Lezark were huddled in the front room. Julia Restoin-Roitfeld came in with her own Euro posse and saddled up next to a table occupied by Zoe Kravitz and Waris Ahluwalia. Every time it seemed like someone would leave, another group would come in. “Where are they all coming from?” asked Kate Bosworth, who showed up with her stylist, Cher Coulter, and Sophia Hesketh after the Mulberry dinner and the Topshop party. “It’s like a revolving door.” And then, as if on cue, Natalia Vodianova and Justin Portman arrived. “This is my last one, I promise,” Vodianova said of her nocturnal schedule. “But, sadly, probably not my last time here this week.”

Chicks Dig Topman: News From The Bungalow Bash


Fresh on the heels of the announcement of Topshop’s much anticipated opening date for its first New York outpost (check Style File later for news from the official press conference), Sir Philip Green held court last night at Amy Sacco’s party for Topman at Bungalow 8. Donna Karan, Mary Alice Stephenson, and Ann Dexter-Jones were among the brand fans who stopped by Green’s corner banquette to pay respects and help get the buzz going for Topshop U.S.A. (although we doubt he needs much help in that department). Meanwhile, younger fans swayed to dance music and took a moment to discuss love lost and found. “I had a favorite jacket—a leather biker jacket—from Topshop that someone stole in Southside,” Julia Restoin-Roitfeld sighed, referring to the Nolita club. “I could never find it again.” Alexandra Richards had a similar tale, with a happier ending. “I bought a leather jacket from Topshop Men in England two years ago. It’s like the ex-boyfriend’s clothes that you didn’t have to steal,” she explained. But did it have that evocative ex-boyfriend smell? She shook her head. “No, no. It’s all mine!”

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