Wednesday, December 20, 2006
This was my first year experiencing the Sodom and Gomorrah that is the Basel Art Fair in Miami.
In short- as Justin said- Basel is like PR speed dating- you see all the editors, stylists and dealers you could possibly imaging in 4 short days. Why do you think everyone stays up all night- business is business!
Justin who has been before (always ahead of the game) and I hopped on a plane on Thursday night December 7th and fell back off the plane at JFK on Sunday night.
What happened in between was quite simply legendary. Or at least that's what we thought while watching the sun rise with all of our new friends.
Believe it or not we DID work. On four hours a sleep a night we hit the massive Basel art fair as well as 2 of the satellites, Pulse and Nada. Pulse was by far our favorite with fresh new talent and a manageable area to walk without betting lost in the endless maze that is the Big Mama Basel.
But from 5Pm to 5AM we were rock stars.
We would start off with cocktails and light fare at the Delano, usually running into some friends. Then we would siesta from 7-9 at the room where we gazed at Boomerang and The Polar Express.
Our first night out we met up with out Beatrice Inn gang- Paul, Rebecca, Clare and the lot at Le Baron where we danced to 'Hit the Road Jack'. From there we went to Paul's rooftop at the Townhouse to watch the sun rise.
The second night we hit ELEVEN places in one night. Not by choice. Wild goose chases ensued to find friends, boys and booze. We did bump into Keith Richards at Duce, a dive bar where he was shivering in the corner in a pink lace shirt and leather vest. Other highlights included the Harper's Bazaar/Swarovski soiree, The Arrive party and a movie screening at the Raleigh. What was not fun was $200 in cabs, cocktails in the rain next to a bon fire and a riot at Le Baron.
Waking up at 12 we would indulge in BLT's on bagels at the local bar and eat them on the beach with Seagulls dive-bombing for scraps. On Saturday night we met up with Jamie Drake and his crowd for drinks at the Sagamore, then we hit the Whitney Party at the Shore Club (Thanks Susan Joy for getting us in before it was open!). Finally we zipped over to the Visionaire party at the Raleigh until 3 am and then drank next to the pool until 5. Quel night! No cabs, lots of friends and many hysterics.
Visionaire was quite a riot simply because we swore our friend Casey Spooner was hosting. I even had a text from him- No line, just come see me! -
The door gal didn’t have any list from Casey but since we were so sugary sweet and I showed her my text from him, she breezed us through in front of the block long line. When we are inside Casey comes up to us and says- Where were you at my party?
This is your party, right?
No, mine was at the Delano!
It must have simply been our tees we bought on the street that got us in.
Now those are Legendary (see image attached or Style.com or gayzofourlives.com)
There is so much more to tell but lets just say, we are definitely back for more next year.
Sunday, December 03, 2006
Posting this a bit late- as you can see below, my holiday fete took much of my time!
This year Justin and I decided to have a vagabond Thanksgiving at his Chelsea Apartment, or as the area is now called, SOMA (South of Macys).
We invited a pile of people from far and wide and everyone brought a lil something.
The French kids brought an apple tart and Get 27, a peppermint liquor that was imbibed rapidly by one and all.
Darien made amazing cupcakes and I made a sweet potato casserole- piled high with marshmallows.
I noticed lots of eye rolling from the foreigners when I sprinkled the marshmallows on top, but after one bite they were all hooked.
As you can see, Fay from the UK dazzled us all with a traditional Native American burlesque dance with a massive wolf pelt at nights end.
Thanks Justin! I’m hosting every Thanksgiving with you- all I had to do is show up! Genius.
Tis the season for Holiday Fetes and I had to kick it off properly with a new bar!
To christen the new piece I invited 40 of my nearest and dearest to join in.
As you can see- Darian was the first to cut the ribbon and enjoyed her egg nog to the last drop!
Little Ren even got dressed in his favorite Chihuahua tee and was adored by all the girls and envied by all the men.
Edmond was the perfect butler for the evening baking up a storm of pigs in blankets and spanikopita. Thanks love.
Never one to have just any sort of soiree I had a special performance – A dashing bagpiper
After Christian tooted his horn Lucy (attempted) to lead a sing along but I think the red wine induced carol carelessness and
‘The Christmas Song’ went way off.
We wrapped it up at 2:45 when the last lick of champagne was lapped up and as you can see the Santa's ended up being the naughtiest guests of the night in the chip bowl.
Thanks to everyone who came and looking forward to more good times this winter!