August 23 2014

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24 posts tagged "Tinsley Mortimer"

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?

Photo: Billy Farrell /

Crystal’s New Campaign, The Nutty Dressers Get Together, Kimmel Calls On Condo, And More…


Crystal Renn’s latest coup revealed: the holy grail of campaigns, Chanel (above). Karl Lagerfeld shot Renn and Baptiste Giabiconi in Paris for the new ads. [Fashionista]

Lynn Yaeger convenes the “nutty-dressers’ convention” at the Carlyle Hotel, inviting New York’s chicest ladies-of-a-certain-age (including the legendary Iris Barrel Apfel) for a talk about their wild, Comme des Garçons-stuffed closets. What do you do, Yaeger wonders, when you need to dress for a business meeting or a funeral? Apfel’s response: “Who would want to dress for that? Those are life’s dreadful experiences!” [The Moment]

Speaking of Comme des Garçons, Adam Kimmel worked with the label on a series of limited-edition tees, to be sold at CdG, Isetan, and Dover Street Market. An illustration by George Condo—who created the awesome, creepy masks for the designer’s Fall ’10 show—features a stylish old gent, Uncle Harry, kitted out in Kimmel. [Hint Mag]

Don’t stop the presses: Britain’s least-reputable tabloid claims Kate Moss and Jamie Hince got married. [Fashionologie]

And don’t stop the bookbinders, either: Tinsley Mortimer—whose High Society reality show will not be returning—is apparently penning a novel. [Page Six]

Photo: Karl Lagerfeld/Courtesy of Chanel

Blasblog: The Dinner Even A Volcano Couldn’t Stop


This week I was supposed to be downing vodka and caviar with Naomi Campbell in Moscow. But no, all that ash from Iceland ruined any chance of that. The good news is, I wasn’t without backup plans. Last night I hit hostess extraordinaire Rena Sindi’s dinner for Dior, alongside Tory Burch, Rachel Roy, and Tinsley Mortimer. We dined in the two-story banquet room at the LVMH Tower to celebrate the 60th anniversary of the Christian Dior lipstick—yes, the lipstick has been around longer than the fashions, and the line that started with eight colors now boasts more than 15,000.

The volcano may have kept me in the U.S., but it also almost kept our London-based hostess out. “I was seriously looking into having to Skype into this tonight,” Sindi said. “I know Oprah does it, but I don’t think it would have been as glamorous.” No one else was worried about this party veteran making it across the pond: “She wouldn’t let a little thing like a volcano stop her,” Shoshanna Gruss teased. And as it turned out, it was worth the trip. After dinner at custom-made, lip-shaped tables—my favorite touch—it was time for dancing. “No more talk of the volcano,” Sindi (pictured, left, with Gruss and Burch) cried. “The only thing I want to see on fire are some stilettos!”

Photo: Dimitrios Kambouris / WireImage

Blasblog: The Snake Charmers’ Fête


Don’t get me wrong: I love a fashion show, a fashion party, and fashion week overall as much as the next fashion writer. But a change of pace isn’t always a bad idea, especially when the breath of fresh air is the shockingly chic studio and office of William Sofield, the interiors guru I first met when he worked with Tom Ford on his menswear stores. The celebration of his new collection with Baker furniture was not only chic and comfortable (bars for the drinkers and free ciggies for the smokers), but it was pretty novel, too: Sofield released more than 400 monarch butterflies into the crowd and hired a giant parrot and seven-foot-long albino snake to slither around the bedroom. “Can I pet it?” Claire Bernard asked. “Wait, do you even pet snakes?” (My answer to that would be a resounding no, but a few ladies—Tinsley Mortimer among them—got up close and personal.) While the Baker collab was worthwhile, my eyes were drawn to Sofield’s collection of not-for-sale pieces: namely the Nan Goldin pictures from early in her career, a 400-pound goldfish aquarium suspended from the ceiling in the foyer, and a 1920′s Tiffany chandelier that once hung in Grauman’s Chinese Theatre in Los Angeles. “Just a few things I picked up,” Sofield demurred during a tour with the artist Brice Marden, who co-hosted the party. But it was Vogue‘s Hamish Bowles who put it best: “When can I claim squatter’s rights in this place? I could move right in.” Hamish, the line forms right behind me.

Photo: Kevin Tachman / BackstageAT

Christian Cota Reminds You to Read Your Invitations Carefully


All indications to the contrary, El Museo del Barrio’s Friday night Día de los Muertos gala—the first at the museum’s newly renovated galleries—wasn’t a costume party. Looks like Christian Cota missed that memo. The designer turned up in full Day of the Dead makeup and skull necklaces that could have passed runway muster for Alexander McQueen. Well, no harm done. Halloween is Cota’s favorite holiday, and he assured us he was still going to dress up. (His costume? “I plan on wearing less clothing than usual.”) Other attendees took the cocktail dress code more literally. The ultra-coiffed trio of Miss Universe Stefania Fernandez, Miss USA Kristen Dalton, and Miss Teen USA Stormi Bree Henley wore pageant-worthy gowns with jeweled accoutrements (including a set of crystal-encrusted horns for Henley). Those no doubt caught the eye of the cameramen present; three different crews were on site, including one filming attendee Tinsley Mortimer’s reality show. “It’s about life in New York,” Mortimer said. Or afterlife in New York, perhaps? No word on whether any muertos rose for their chance at cameo stardom, but a troupe of samba dancers did kick up their heels for a mid-party performance.