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The list of hosts was a mile long: David Byrne, Parker Posey, Prabal Gurung, Paper‘s Mickey Boardman, Bonnie Morrison. And is that Matthew Modine? Yes it is, over there in the baseball cap.
The occasion, as these occasions often are, was goodwill. The above (and several more) were pulling their weight at the Tribeca Grand last night, raising funds to build a women’s health center in Rajasthan, India. And despite the early-in-the-week Tuesday night, the party was packed with well-wishers (and open-bar frequenters) all evening long. More than a few bleary-eyed designers even left the work room for a rare night out—despite being now officially in the frantic run-up to New York fashion week. (Buzz among the editors centered on the season’s first NYFW save-the-dates, which began arriving yesterday afternoon.) Host Gurung and Fenton/Fallon jeweler Dana Lorenz both had work left to do—the latter even planned, post a single cocktail, to head back to the studio—but the cause was too good to miss. Why? Chalk it up the charms of the subcontinent. “I went to India, and people either love it or hate it,” Boardman (left, with Posey), dressed in a vintage leopard-print blazer, explained. “The minute I stepped off the plane, I thought, baby’s home!” Baby was in good company.
Looking for Shala Monroque any given Sunday? Try Café Gitane, her go-to brunch spot. But it was at the Crosby Street Hotel where Monroque (pictured, right), along with Bonnie Morrison (pictured, left), stylists Lisa Tobias and Julie Ragolia, and a mix of fashion girls, stopped for a bite (and a mimosa) to celebrate their new appointments as Joie’s “Sunday Girls.” The contemporary label tapped the ladies—along with Elettra Wiedemann, Harley Viera-Newton, and Pamela Love—to offer their secret spots and favorite haunts for the label’s new City Guides, which will accompany its Fall 2010 lookbook. And the brunch dress code? As you’d expect, this isn’t a slumming-in-sweats crew, though the talk did turn toward the athletic; hitting the gym seems to be a preferred Sunday pastime. “Joe Zee took me to a hip-hop class and I had to leave within the first 15 minutes,” Morrison confessed with a laugh. “Everybody knew the steps and had their special moves or whatever, and of course Joe goes every week, and then there was me.” Monroque empathized. “I went to a ballet class the other day and I’m not going back. In New York, you have ex-professional dancers next to you in class!” Word to the wise, New Yorkers. But they won’t be the only ones to benefit from the wisdom of the City Girls; Joie will eventually select ambassadors in L.A., London, and Paris to share their trade secrets, and will donate $1,500 to each girl’s charity of choice.
It was a book party for Assouline’s new Nancy Gonzalez tome, and the evening found company creative director Santiago Gonzalez (above, center) in a somewhat literary mood. When pressed for an update on the label’s fall offerings, he pooh-poohed such a seasonal mentality. “We don’t believe in seasons,” the Chanel-clad dandy told us. “We make objects. We’re not exactly fashion, and we don’t want to be.” So what will we see, then? In lieu of description, he rushed to fetch the only inspiration he permits his design team: a reproduction of conceptual artist Robert Barry’s 1971 piece It has a beginning, order, limits, possibility, structure, which is, literally, a sheet of paper typed with a list of words. “It has a beginning, order, limits, possibility, structure, continuity…” he read off rhapsodically.”It’s beautiful because it’s about everything that’s our collection. It’s very perfect.”
Gonzalez, of course, is a noted art appreciator—and just as noted art acquirer. The showroom, where the Gonzalezes, mother and son, sipped Champagne with the likes of Bonnie Morrison, Adam Lippes, Carlos Mota, and Dayssi Olarte de Kanavos, is beautifully appointed: a Campana brothers chair here, an exquisite marble table there. A recent trip to Art Basel in Miami yielded a few more purchases, but despite the festival’s party-happy reputation, nothing more scandalous for Gonzalez himself than an early bedtime. (The better to prepare for the next morning’s appointments, of course.) Judging from the crowd—most of whom looked as if they’d regard a trip to the 57th Street showroom as a jaunt downtown—scandal usually keeps its distance from Nancy Gonzalez and her upper-crust clientele. Well, with some perhaps justifiable exceptions. “Darling,” crowed one partygoer to Santiago on her way into the elevator, with a quick kiss on the cheek and a rearrangement of her décolletage. “If you are missing a few bags, I have stolen them in my boobs!”
Steps away from his Meatpacking District boutique, Christian Louboutin’s high-end glassware experiment is now under way at the 18th-floor bar at the Standard formerly (well, still) known as the Boom Boom Room. It’s billed as Le Rituel and consists of the designer’s take on the traditional Champagne flute—a 5.5-inch crystal stiletto—accompanied by a bottle of Piper-Heidsieck Brut.
Inspired by a not-so-sanitary off-menu offering at nineteenth-century Parisian cabarets, Louboutin’s pairing went on sale at Colette last month. Saturday, Piper-Heidsieck previewed it for an extremely limited North American audience that included Zani Gugelmann and Bonnie Morrison.
Priced at $1,000, it’s a concept that’s bound to appeal to free-spending foot fetishists. To their disappointment on Saturday night, Jessica Stam and the other PYTs assembled at the Standard were raising a glass the old-fashioned way.
Last night’s “Hold Your Head Up High” fête, hosted by Mariska Hargitay, Bronson Van Wyck, Celerie Kemble, Amanda Brooks, and Moby, benefited the domestic- and sexual-abuse outreach nonprofit WomensLaw.org, so what better anthem could there be for the event than disco evergreen “I Will Survive”? The guest list included Alice + Olivia’s Stacey Bendet, Christopher Meloni, and Helen Lee Schifter, but the real draw was Gloria Gaynor, on hand to “relaunch” her famous single in the group’s honor. In tribute, all assembled were decked out in enough sequins, faux Afros, platforms, and headbands for a visit to Studio 54.
“I never get to see live music in New York!” Bonnie Morrison said as the opening band, featuring chanteuse Laura Dawn and Moby on bass, took the stage. Architect Richard Meier considered dancing, but thought better of it as a crew of guys with feathered, light-up Trojan helmets surrounded him. Onstage, Moby hopped from bass to guitar and then back to bass for the disco diva’s much-awaited appearance. “Let’s do this!” Gaynor cooed before belting out her iconic single. Afterward, Moby chatted about how it all came together. “We all wanted to be part of a band and so we just started playing together,” the musician said. How about Gloria? “Oh, that was random,” he explained. But pretty spectacular nonetheless.
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