4 posts tagged "Bungalow 8"
This Weekend, They Partied Like It Was 2004
Spotted in the Hamptons this weekend: a resurgent Fabian Basabe. Social chroniclers will remember Basabe’s light burning brightly (and briefly) in the early aughts, when he shot onto the scene on the arm of Barbara Bush and enjoyed a brief tenure as It Boy of Note. Following a flameout (in the Hamptons, too, naturally), Basabe retreated to L.A. and then to Florida, but looks like he’s back in action—he hit Moët and Navy Beach’s luncheon for Lauren Bush and FEED, and last week, stopped by Hugo Boss’ New York City Carnival. Could trucker hats, Tinsley Mortimer, and Bungalow 8 be due for a revival next?
Erin In Chains
Who would Erin Wasson like to see in Low Luv, her new diffusion jewelry line? “Louise Bourgeois,” the model-turned-designer said without a moment’s hesitation. “She is just the coolest thing alive.”
Wasson was at London’s Bungalow 8 to celebrate the launch of the New York 2010 calendar from Maybelline, which she’s repped for eight years now. (“It’s lasted longer than any relationship,” she jokes.) It was a typically bacchanalian blowout: structured shoulders and Nicholas Kirkwoods everywhere, wild dancing, Henry Holland and Mr. Hudson on the decks. Wasson worked the room in a sprayed-on red dress, concealing, perhaps, a few gems underneath: One of the key pieces in her new line is a body chain. What’s the point of jewelry hidden from the public eye? “I consider it an armor, to protect oneself from all crazy stuff out there,” Wasson said. “And also, like lingerie, it’s your own naughty little secret, that only you and maybe a special friend need to know of. It’s outrageously sexy.” We’re guessing Bourgeois—she of the insistently erotic sculptures—would approve.
Low Luv will be available this January at www.mywardrobe.com.
Blasblog: A Tale Of Two After-Parties
It’s a dilemma that many a Pretty Young Thing worth her borrowed gown and false eyelashes has confronted: You’ve gotten all dressed up, poured yourself into your Spanx, and now you’re a little buzzed from the wine at dinner. The gala is over; what happens next? Last night after the New Yorkers for Children gala, there were two options: Hop on the caravan that Amy Sacco organized to her Chelsea hangout Bungalow 8, or join Josh Hartnett at Nur Khan’s table at the Rose Bar in the Gramercy Park Hotel. (Well, I guess there was a third option—going home—but only those with flights the next day, like Rachel Zoe, exercised it.) With the addition of Jen Brill and Byrdie Bell, Lauren Santo Domingo and Tara Subkoff, then Jack Huston and Cat Deeley, and so on and so on, Hartnett’s posse ended up growing to include more than one table. By the end of the night it was nearly half the club—which was the problem: Apparently, some of the girls who were dressed to the nines started to feel cheap next to gals in minis and old T-shirts, so they left. (Not that it mattered: For every socialite who walked out the door, there was a hipster quick to fill her spot.) Over at Bungalow, Sacco tried to keep the dress code up: “Anyone that looks cute can get in,” she said, then added, “unless they’re too cute. The competition can keep on walking down 27th Street.” We presume she made an exception for the pretty posse that included Jamie Burke, Theodora Richards, Joy Bryant, Jessica Diehl, Eva Amurri, Bonnie Morrison, and Chris Benz on the dance floor—not to mention Poppy Delevingne, who we snapped boogying in her booth.
blasblog: the olsens’ book launch
I’ll admit it, after last night’s party at Barneys for Influence, Mary-Kate and Ashley Olsen’s tome on fashion today, which I helped the girls with as editor, I was down for a celebration. But what to do, what to do? Something fancy with some of the subjects of the book, who trekked to Barneys for the party, like Robert Lee Morris, Evan Yurman, and the Proenza Schouler boys? Or something cheesy, like fried food and TiVo? Well, in the end, Mary-Kate and I picked something in between: some Gossip Girl bonding (that’s a pretty intense cheese factor), a few watermelon cocktails at Bungalow 8, and then an old-fashioned dance fest at Lit on Second Avenue. (Ashley was forced into early retirement, since she was waking at 5 a.m. the next day for a Good Morning America appearance.) From every perspective, the book was a long journey, with highs (visiting Karl Lagerfeld’s Paris studio the day before a collection, when he was still putting looks together; going to Richard Prince’s upstate studio) and lows (deadlines are a bitch), but the Olsens say they’ve enjoyed the experience. “I’ve learned so much about some of my personal icons,” Mary-Kate said, sitting with pals like DJ Cassie Coane and Amy Sacco. “And I’ve been so inspired. But tonight is to celebrate what we’ve done!”