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Red Hot Wedding Dress



I just realized where I the seed for my red wedding dress came from. I’m watching Oliver Stone's Wild Palms on DVD, which I watched when I was in high school. I was obsessed with it and even recorded it on the vhs. I loaned the tapes to my best friends brother and he never returned them. I still want them back. But anyways…Kim Cattrall is in it and gets married in a very dramatic bright red wedding ensemble-kinda 80’s with a twist of chinoiserie and the bustle of the last century. That’s my idea of a statement. Why get married in white today when brides aren’t virgins?

Small Pond... Big French Head

This is how small of a pond New York City is. I'm at a loft party on friday in the flatiron. I see a cute dark haired friendly frenchie. He introduces himself to my girlfriends and I. Later I realize he looks really familiar so after climbing over a sofa (I wouldn't recomend this move in a dress) I ask him and his conceited reply is, "I was on mtv" Nope Superstar-in-your-mind I don't have cable so that's not it. We're talking about fashion and he non-chalently adds that he owns a famous local fashion designer, I won't say who. She's from Marin county like me, went to Paris and really broke out when she made a film with Ellen von Unwerth and Kirsten Dunst to promote her line. Back in the New York she has been the toast of the town and even did a line for a big discount store. Now the real dish comes out, he's been not just her financial half but her beau and now they are on the outs. He tells me he's selling the line because they are breaking up. I guess too many flashbulbs from Patrick McMullen does not make a happy couple. He seems a little sad to me. When I go to bid adieu he makes a motion like punching buttons on his hand. I'm guessing he's asking for my number lazy foreign man style. I give him my card and he plants a nice smooch on the lips. Cheeky one also grabs a feel/cuddle and remarks, "you're skinny!" Not sure what to do with that one but his lips were very pillowy. A week later I'm looking over pics on facebook from the Hamptons and see that we were at the same pool birthday party the previous sunday. See, I never forget a face...not even a player's.

A Caravan Hawaiian Birthday without the Jet Lag








Last night I attended one of the wackiest birthdays ever. A blog (http://hawaiianbirthdaytrip.blogspot.com/) was built for the invitation, Obama was invited, grass skirts were worn in new ways, rice crispy treats were formed as Jesus on the cross, umbrellas were brought for drinks, trailer park turtle treats were served, I had the best lei, and fun was had by all.
We traveled by rail (the 4:20) to Tarrytown where we landed at the Washington Irving Yacht Club where it was still drizzling so we had the outdoor tent to ourselves. A very merry and bright group we managed to terrorize our hot conductor Steve who cringed at our cat calls. I think we may have gotten him in trouble...Oh well, we were too busy having too much fun to care. The Hawaiian theme was carried out by all who attended but as the party went on, our outfits got crazier and wackier. More leis were layered on, grass skirts adorned waists, necks, caps, caftans were added, coconut bras were added in new stylish ways. I personally had two outfits. One black and white hawaiian print skirt with sleek top, lei, red coat and then once the party was under way I draped myself in mind altering and blinding orange and white caftan, orange sunglasses, scarf as obi. I was not the only guest with Japanese slant to the Hawaiian theme.
I think the photos speak for themselves.

Toe Tapping at the Astaire Awards


My fabulous makeup artist friend Michiko (www.michikoboorberg.com) hooked me up big time with a ticket to the Fred Astaire Awards at FIT this week. She was hired to do makeup backstage and ended up doing makeup for Alan Cumming who was hosting and wanted a smokey eye and Liza Minelli (who just wanted a little rogue darling!) The two gentlemen to my left were very friendly and gave me their extra ticket so that I could get into the VIP Party. Wow talk about attracting wonderful experiences into my life. I was a dancer when I was younger and loved the opening tap number 'Luck be a Lady' perfromed by Art of Dance. Just when you thought the stage was crammed full of adorable dancers tapping, more dancers came out younger, smaller, and cuter. As the number went on I fell in love with every single tiny dancer. My young seat mate thought they were pretty hot too-getting a jump on robbing the cradle. Overall as award shows go it was pretty entertaining. There were a fair number of bold faced names introducing other bold faced names. Alan Cumming introduced Marisa Berenson who spoke about awardee Stanley Donen and introduced Liza Minelli who awarded (off script) Stanley Donen. The production level was sporatic and audio problems plagued the entire show. One of the best moments was when Fred Astaire's daughter (no spring chicken) asked the audience "you hear that too?" referring to the echo voice as a result of a audio snafu. Alan Cumming was witty and funny, seeing Stockard Channing was a highlight, and the dancing of Martha Plimpton as sexy seductrice pretty stellar. I thought the quality of the people involved was really high but the event would do better in a more sophistocated venue next year. My girlfriend and jeweler to the stars Donna Distefano designed the handmade awards which sadly I didn't get to see because of a projection snafu. Wearing a black form fitting cocktail dress and on the host committee was Countess Luann Lesseps (whose countess title was omited from the program-I wonder why?) Strangly even though she is on tv, a lot of people didn't know who she was. I was more excited by Geoffrey Rush but left him be. The VIP with the ambiance of a school gym was interesting as I found myself hit on my men too young and tap dancing older married ones. The nibbles weren't bad and crowd seemed refreshingly sophistocated after fire island. I was left thinking though that none of the winners have come close to the impact that Fred Astaire had an american cinema. I can only dream that dance will rise again.
more review info http://blogwaybaby.com/archive/2009/05/the-astaire-awards.html