Friday, September 15, 2006
Fashion Week Parties!
It's fashion week, which means there is champagne to be consumed. Last night, Erin C. and I did just that.
First stop: A party in the new salon on top of Bergdorf Goodman. Lots of booze, not a lot of food.
At least there was Veuve.
Tabloids are the enemy.
Erin and I ambushed this woman because her purse was so cool. It's buy Miu Miu. Go get one.
Our next stop was at Capitale on the Bowery, just a few blocks from not only my old apartment building, but a McDonald's as well. Before scarfing burgers, I took a shot in front of 50 Bayard Street, where I lived in 2002. I loved that apartment and I certainly did not want to move north of Houston Street. But I digress...
The Capitale party was for some new vodka, and red was the theme of the evening. That said, everything was bathed in red, everything from the lighting to the curtains to the women hanging from the ceiling.
Red Room! Red Room!
I'm feelin' the groove, Pilgrim.
This is DJ AM. He is quite good.
Jared Leto's band was the live entertainment of the evening. (?!?!?) I cannot even begin to tell you how much they sucked. He's all small and Goth and swears constantly. This was my general reaction to every song he did, including a horrendous cover of "Message in a Bottle." Grrrr...he even came out to "O Fortuna" from Carmina Burnana. Cheese, please.
Haterade aside, it was a great night. I don't know what they put in that vodka, but I was awake until 3:00 AM.