At one point I asked a girl about her “My Fair Lady” style hat. Trying to strike up a conversation. She makes me guess what country it’s from, I finally give up. She shrikes, “it’s from Paris !!!!” I ask her how she liked the city. She couldn’t answer.
No matter how riveting Eva Mendes is – one hot model – does not a fashion mag make. It’s about the clothes. The crowd mimics the mag. Two twins who’s style inspiration must have been Tavi circle the room, we sip on delicious Pommery Champaign. Yet good fashion parties need more then just champers.
Most boys in this crowd are inspired by The Doors, the Morrison band which none of them have actually listened to and the ghost of Joan Collins fills the room, with more up-does then any proper glossy mag could handle. What channels been dialing up the Dynasty re-runs? I must know.
Faye Dunaway’s younger-self would have fit right in.
“Sequence does not an outfit make.” Was the running theme, one girl had a horrible matador inspired shirt on. Another was a Susan Powder look alike. Isn’t that an H&M knock off I spy, is that even possible. The fashion photographer Alex Geana popped in, to hit on a Danish novelist that was into girls, then scampered to a better party.