Last night, AnA went with a sack-dressed friend to the BottegaVeneta event at BergdorfGoodman. We mingled with equally fine-frockedfabulousness whilst nibbling tiny horsd'oeuvres, sipping champagne and oogling over Tomas Maier's finely crafted woven leather goods; but we're not talking about the man himself, because he is a fox! Here he is "with friend":
Cece Cord. Six feet tall, bone thin and a face to die for. So lovely to see you!
Arlenis, why so coy? You have the immaculate honey skin of a Dominican goddess. Shoulders back, arms down and POSE!
Here we go. Chanel Iman, an MTV ingenue constantly smiling with her whole face. Cary Lowell, wide-eyed and lost. Tomas, looking hot in sunglasses the whole night through.
My little pony! This redhead got lost on her way picking someone up from school. Work that asymmetry!
Anywho, if you missed us hunching in the corner, that's our fault! Hope to see you tomorrow at Fast Ashley's Studio in Brooklyn for a hip little soirée!
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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