Look, I pretended I was the Sartorialist and took a picture of Nick whilst we were in Canada.
Who would you nibble on and why?
We went to Nicole Romamo's thinger for her new collection. She had some amazing dresses, and even more amazing jewelery. We loved on it, alot. The poor models had to stand in high heels for hours. But they were all adorable. There were some minor celebrities like one of the house wives of new york. And models. The booze was free and my camera batteries were dead. This is all I got, we cute.
Cannon loves a good plastic bag. This is him, in love with my paper recycling.
Two days ago we went to an event at JFK airport. One of our clients has some furniture in a new terminal. It was a very boring event. It was a whole lot of people I didn’t know blah blah blahing for twenty minutes each about how great the new terminal was. Mayor Bloomberg was there which was… cool. I guess. But he was the first one to go on and everyone else was downhill from there. So there we were, standing around (I was wearing heels) for an hour, bored out of our minds and then out of nowhere-
“And now, we are happy to present New York’s greatest kickers! The world famous Radio City Rockettes!”
And they ran out and were dressed in gold, red and green and did a routine to a Christmas song, a little unseasonal. It was goofy, to say the least, but everyone was excited nonetheless. I guess it was a nice change from old dudes in suits on stage. After that they opened up the terminal and all the food vendors had samples and it was the only time that I have been inside an airport without going through a metal detector.
Also the conversation was hosted in the Tribecca Grand (!) and in this cool mini auditorium with undulating seats. I loved on that too.
Oh, it was so rad. Nick hosted his par-tay in his fabulous loft. His good friends came in from CT and PA. Plus his neighbors, plus a very tall German man named Gandolf, plus a random crazy lady off the street who dealt pot and gave out her card to everyone there, plus someone's mom and dad (I lurve a good mom and dad sighting). It was great, two acts played music and everyone drank, and socialized and BLAM!
The one on grand had some good paintings, I really enjoyed the bootay above. And Nick galloping through the gallery below. He must have really lovered the paintings.
We went to the launch party of Seven New York's new website and hintmag's ten year anniversary, or something. It was maybe the best fashion party I went to all week. I only took a few photos and only one came out (above). The lighting was dark and I was just having too much fun to really try to take photos. 
I wore my sequined turban because it fits very easily into a bag. I don't really care if its grandma chic, swim wear chic or whatever, I love it. Alot.
Near the end of the night we found ourselves in the ultra secret backroom behind the hidden bookcase. That was defiantly fulling one of my NYC dreams. This was the only pic I could snap before I was scolded for taking photos. Apparently not allowed.
Mark Hunter taking a picture of me taking a picture of him. Below my "stealth" attempts to take a photo of Cory Kennedy just made it all blurry.
For fashion week I went to the PRPS event, which showcased a bunch of mostly denim goods. It was at the highline ballroom. The highlight of the event, however, was not the fashion, but the band. MGMT played, they were outstanding.
The stilts!
The booty!
Betsey: glorious, glamorous, cute.
With grandchild and sparkled up the wazoo!
Mark Hunter-aka the Cobra Snake
Perry Farrell and Wife
Seated at the right table, Kelly Osbourne, and at the left table Perry and wife. Not pictured Chris Martin (of Cold Play) sitting with Ugly Betty kid and family. A little strange combo for a table of four.
Here's lookin' at you!
Cory Kennedy(!)
And noted fashion photographer, Nigel Barker.
