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July 30 2014

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18 posts tagged "Beatrice Inn"

blasblog: an ode to the beatrice inn

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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.

Photo: RD/Dziekan/Retna

Blasblog: when the lights go up, time for charades

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Imagine, if you will, the following scene at the Beatrice Inn Sunday night: In a roped-off VIP room not much larger than Vogue‘s Manolo Blahnik closet at 4 Times Square, you have Kirsten Dunst, Jefferson Hack, Adrian Grenier, Bijou Phillips, Sean Avery, Lou Doillon, and Jamie Burke. The place is packed, the drinks are flowing, the laughs are loud and hard. This is the official after-party for the Purple magazine dinner, which took place a stone’s throw away on West 4th Street, and Doillon’s belated birthday party (the big day was actually the 4th of this month). It’s dark and it’s smoky—never mind how much that irritates the ol’ pupils—and everyone is just really feeling special. Suddenly, out of nowhere, the lights go up, the music goes down, and the fire marshall comes in. “Well, that was a buzz kill,” Hack observed to his friends. “Now what do we do?” He probably wasn’t asking the question literally, but Waris Ahluwalia had a plan: charades. And just like that, Hack was up, performing for Avery and Dunst, who brought Scott Sternberg from Band of Outsiders as her date (she also starred in the label’s recently debuted video installation). It took a few minutes—I’m blaming the distraction of those burly FDNY men pacing the joint in their rather unflattering yellow flame-retardant overalls, rather than anything like alcohol—but in time, through Hack’s valiant efforts and dedication to his portrayal, Dunst and Sternberg finally guessed his two-word movie title: The Shining.

Photo: Sherly Rabbani and Josephine Solimene

blasblog: the FOA (friends of avery) area

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Early yesterday afternoon I bumped into former New York Ranger Sean Avery meandering Chelsea in hot pursuit of sunflowers. With a big smile on his face, he told me he was scouring the city for the big yellow flowers to decorate his very own personal VIP area at the Beatrice Inn that evening. Despite my chuckle at such a ridiculous claim (who asks for their own exclusive den in what is already a famously exclusive club?), when I hoofed it over to the West Village late last night I realized that this was no joke. There was in fact an Avery lounge that the fashion fan had spent the afternoon setting up, going well beyond a handful of sunflowers: Roses and birds-of-paradise were placed throughout the small salmon-colored room off the lounge’s main bar, snacks such as raisins and chocolates were arranged on tables and the mantel, and he had a man put on a suit and guard the door with a clipboard (since he wasn’t sure who he would want in his area, a friend scribbled down a list of VIPs that included Kermit the Frog, Scooby Doo, and Snoopy). Who did get in? Jefferson Hack, fresh from his Another Magazine dinner at Dustin Yellin’s house in Brooklyn, was there with Milk Studio’s Mazdeck Rassi and Jacquetta Wheeler, and so were Sean Lennon, Paz de la Huerta, Angela Lindvall, and Ivanka Trump, the last of whom allegedly sneaked in before the Avery ownership took over. Charlotte Ronson had to split her time between Avery’s VIP area downstairs and the family reunion of sorts that was taking place on the upstairs dance floor, as the evening was the unofficial after-party for her after-party. Brother Mark was in the DJ booth, half sister Annabelle Dexter-Jones was on the dance floor, and twin Samantha (not surprisingly) snuggled with Lindsay Lohan in a booth. “I just wanted to know that me and my friends would be taken care of,” Avery said of his desire to mark his territory. “I like my space, and I don’t like to wait for anything. And I like the place to look nice, too.” Here’s the kicker: He’s apparently arranged to keep his VIP area through the rest of fashion week.

Photo: Derek Blasberg