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Arlenis Sosa, Up Close
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Bringing the Hotness
New York City’s April heat wave rolled into the Mandarin Oriental Hotel on Thursday night, where New Yorkers for Children hosted its annual A Fool’s Fête, this year hosted by Akris. “Would it be weird if I asked someone to put some ice on my back?” model Hilary Rhoda wondered aloud. Weird or not, more than one tuxedo-clad young man would’ve been only too happy to oblige. Indeed, getting people away from the bars—and the ice cubes—was no easy feat. The lights flashed kindergarten-naptime-style before everyone finally sat down for dinner.
Once guests like Malin Akerman, Melissa George, and Emmy Rossum were in their seats, the real reason for the affair announced itself.
Shantel Schloss, one of New Yorkers for Children’s scholarship recipients, took the mic and spoke about how she’s benefited from the charity’s programs. “You all helped my dreams become a reality,” she said. “We’re going to have fun tonight, but I want to thank each and every one of you for your support.”
After that, it was on to the dance floor—and back to heat wave-induced antics. Rie Rasmussen was keen to offer her services to the organization. “Perhaps I could teach some of the girls in the program the art of seduction?” the model-turned-filmmaker asked. “No? Fine, I’ll go check out the silent auction.” The designer merch on the block combined with ticket sales ended up raising nearly half a million dollars for NYFC, which will funnel the funds into educational packs and computers for underprivileged foster children.
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Are You Ready To Revisit The Classics?
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Fake Party for Fullscreen Test – Horizontal
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Class Acts
The crowd at Barneys lined up to have the tea leaves read. Derek Blasberg, natty in Burberry, was furiously signing copies of his new book Classy and making extemporaneous assessments. The question on the table: Are you a lady or a tramp?
“Tramp!” he barked at Calvin Klein Collection creative director Francisco Costa, who, far from looking offended, giggled appreciatively. An oversized button—”I’ve Read Classy and I’m a Tramp”—was administered. Judging from the lapels of the throng that crowded the store’s second floor, it was the trampiest event in town. Hostesses Lauren Santo Domingo (in printed Vionnet, which she’d worn with its black apron on the inside, more to her liking), Chloë Sevigny (in Proenza Schouler, flanked by Jack and Lazaro), and Dasha Zhukova seemed to be the only ones beyond suspicion. The author himself, however, did get the classy seal of approval from Paper magazine’s Mickey Boardman, who’s known him for years. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen Derek do anything trashy,” Boardman said. At least, “he’s always so excited and happy to be where he is, it doesn’t seem trashy when he does it.”
At the celebratory dinner that followed chez Santo Domingo—decorated sustainably for the evening with gorgeous arrangements of succulents and handblown glass terraria by artist Paula Hayes on loan from the Marianne Boesky Gallery—the hostesses were joined by Chris Benz, Rachel Roy, Pat McGrath, and even Mom and Pop Blasberg, in from St. Louis for the occasion. Stylist Edward Enninful passed around a newly rediscovered portrait of the artist as a young(er) man from when they’d met years before—DB at 18 on the London club scene, impressive entourage already in formation. The banquet table last night seemed a long, Classy way from the clubs. But, then again, the night was still young.
—Matthew Schneier Continue reading