A fab perk this busy week that keeps us all trucking along? All the parties with open bars. Like I told Hamish Bowles' assistant at the McCafé in the Tent Salon pre-Carolina Herrera, it's neither the half-and-half nor the artificial sweeteners that will be the death of this fashionista; it's the booze and mixers-from-concentrate. Cute label Oak celebrated their new line with a hip party at Santos Party House -- how downtown of us! -- where Akimbo showed up in a fur stole accessorised with a giant gold pin. Partiers included one fabulous lady, Cole Mohrher/himself, and uber-stylist Michelle Carimpoing, who regaled us with her fabulous hair. Once the drag queens cleared the dance floor, Akimbo and showmate-in-crime hoofed over to the Cynthia Rowley after-party at super cool Gold Bar. We toasted Cynthia's moody new collection with Cynthia herself (still on the lookout for a new babysitter for you girl, don't give up hope!) Loving the gold skull decor as much as the fresh blueberries at the bar and the fabulously waifish CR staff. Work! For Friday, might swing by a studio opening before trotting over to the Ideeenparty and then the Rad Hourani party, because honestly the Misshapes are always relevant! Stop by and meet Akimbo!
Dolly From the wreckage of Lady Parton's forgotten hairsprayed wigs rose the petit and honey blond Dolly, anatomically male but emotionally an enlightened gay fashionista. A product of overzealous heteronormative familial units, Dolly flighted from rural America in a denim DKNY jacket (currently on view at the Met), moved to the West Village, and now canters daily to the AnA loft in ornate heels and Balmain. In between snacks of tap water and the occasional stick of gum, this yoga devotee (because Christy said so) ponders fashion history, personal styles of the rich and fabulous, trends in fashion editorials, and of course whatever shiny things catch her eye.
Ms.Ross Whilst sabotaging the careers of any pretenders to her throne of super-cunty divadom, Ms. Ross managed to pick up an American Vogue (this was ages before it's disappointing homogenization, natch) and was inspired by the colorful and intoxicating images therein. Before you can say "I'm Coming Out," Ms. Ross secured an internship in the hallowed, cashmere walls of the mag and her career in fashion began in earnest. Now a self-styled fashionista, Ms. Ross can be found stomping down the runways of Paris and Milan, throwing tantrums for the hell of it and vomiting up lunch in the trendiest of restaurant bathrooms. Ms.Streisand A young Jewish ingenue from deep, deep, deep Brooklyn, Ms. Streisand boarded a blue tugboat clad only in an orange dress, fur hat with matching muff and booked it straight for Manhattan, where she lived the first six months fresh and free at Isaac Mizrahi's Garment District studio. Finding work as a fit, showroom, and presentation model beneath her, this lady of naught but seventeen years traded in her four-inch stilettos for the bright lights of Broadway and the broad shoulders of at least three wealthy financiers, all of whom have disappeared under mysterious circumstances. Despite protests from fans, Ms. Streisand is currently pondering moving to New Jersey to participate in the Real Housewives series.
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