“Well, I created Heatherette. It’s not like working at McDonald’s. I decided I didn’t want to do it anymore, because the backers we had were basically assholes. I love what I do, I’m an artist. It’s like being in a band. If the lead singer gets fucked over, you move on. I’m not mad at Traver, it’s just that the people who backed us who really weren’t nice people. They took advantage of us, in every respect.”

In New York, as in The Beatles’ song, you get by with a little help from your friends. So, when you find yourself not invited to any fun events, you reach out to those around you and do everything short of begging to be their plus one.

When on Sunday at the DKNY fragrance launch my publicist/friend Meghan invited me to the GenArt party that Tuesday night, I jumped at the opportunity. The GenArt film festival had already been in full swing since last week and I had yet to attend an event. It seemed fitting the party was hosted at BLVD on the Bowery as this year’s main sponsor was a car company.

Exiting the cab, I had high hopes when I saw paparazzi circling outside like hungry vultures—furtively glancing over in a vain hope one might take my picture. When that inevitably did not occur, I at least expected a celebrity-packed room inside. While there were a few bold-face names including Moby, Jennifer Love-Hewitt and that minx of a teacher from Gossip Girl who seduces Dan Humphrey, they were hidden away as GenArt separated the famous from the ticket-buying fans.

Even though I wasn’t one of the people forking over cash to go and gawk at B-list celebrities, I still couldn’t help but feel a little unfabulous after the event. So attending a party for “Beautiful People” was exactly what I needed to get my spirits and ego back where they belong: in a deluded fairytale world of red carpets and photographers.

You know a party’s exclusive when an editor can’t get into his own magazine’s event. On Thursday night, the stretch of sidewalk around Ninth Avenue and W 16th street was packed shoulder to shoulder with hipsters and downtown nightlife fixtures all vying to get inside Hiro ballroom for Paper Magazine’s “Beautiful People” party, celebrating the latest issue.

Word on the street was the event had received over 4,000 RSVPs and so the door was tighter than Joan River’s face. Thanks to my photo in the last issue and blatant disregard for the two-block-long line, I was lucky enough to make it inside, briefly making an appearance on the step and repeat before heading downstairs to partake in the revelry and company of the evening’s beautiful people.

Guests who made it in before the fire marshals put Hiro in lockdown included Kat DeLuna, Erin Fetherston, The Blonds, and Richie Rich while among those stuck outside were recording artist Estelle, Lydia Hearst, Paper Editor-at-Large Peter Davis and countless others.

While hundreds were left simultaneously fuming and freezing outside, inside DJ Cassidy—who also appeared in the issue—warmed up the party with a set of mostly 80’s dance hits. By 9:30, everyone seemed to be feverishly awaiting cover girl Katy Perry’s performance. Camera flashes exploded as Katy came on stage in a shimmery sequin mini-dress and launched into Hot N’ Cold. She rounded out her four-song set with a spirited rendition of “I Kissed A Girl,” all the while wielding a giant inflatable tube of chapstick.

After a night like that, I would have normally cashed out and ended the week on a high note, but when I heard from a much cooler friend there was a secret “Free Beatrice” party being held to rally support for the recently shuttered haughty hipster haven, I knew I couldn’t miss it—if only for indulging my ego by getting into yet another ultra-exclusive fête.

It was with some nervous excitement that on Friday night I made my way to the chic and newly opened Cooper Square Hotel where an elevator took us up to a giant penthouse with soaring city views on all sides. The picturesque location was probably the furthest thing from the darkened and dungeon-like basement of Beatrice, but the skinny hipsters were very much the same. There was smoking, Mary-Kate Olson and guys relieving themselves off the balcony and in the showers—all proving that you can the hipsters out of The Beatrice, but you can’t take The Beatrice out of the Hipsters.

Adrien Field

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Let me start out by stating that I am not normally a superstitious person: I don’t throw salt over my shoulder when I spill some, I don’t think twice about walking under ladders and my only chagrin about breaking a mirror is that I have one less surface in which to admire myself.  After this week though, I must say that I absolutely believe in omens, especially when delivered in the form of clothing.

Fashion is my religion so it shouldn’t come as much of a surprise that it was a pair of pants that decided the fate of my uneventful week.  It was with great excitement that I broke my recession shopping rule and purchased a pair of Cheap Monday dark navy pants with bright red polka dots (size 25 inch waist!) from Inven.tory.  In anticipation for the Topshop opening party, I knew that I needed something funky and fun as I would be competing with some major celebrity wattage for my Patrick McMullan photo credit.

When Tuesday night came around, I could no longer contain my enthusiasm for the pants and decided to give them a test run at Nylon Magazine’s 10^th Birthday Party.  Held at the Shang Restaurant in the “it” hotel of the moment, the Thompson LES, I thought they would be the perfect statement for a downtown, hipster party.

Alexandra and I had somehow confused the time, arriving half an hour before the party was scheduled to start so after making friends with the publicists at the door, we went across the street to a little French bistro to kill time.  As fifteen minutes turned into an hour, a veritable throng of bodies in furs, leather jackets and high heeled pumps had formed a line around the block.

Finally refusing to wait any longer, we pushed our way to the front and immediately entered thanks to our earlier brown nosing.  Thinking we’d walk upstairs to a nearly empty room as we still hadn’t seen anyone else coming through the door, we were shocked when the entire restaurant was packed with the who’s who of the downtown scene.

I was disappointed to see that there was only one photographer in front of a meager step and repeat.  “I brought out the polka dot pants for this?” I whispered to Alexandra incredulously as we posed for pictures.  After pushing to get a drink at the besieged bar, we moved into the back room where we ran into Richie Rich hanging on the arm of singer Kat DeLuna.

We were quickly tiring of the pushing and shoving around us so as soon as we overheard that there was a VIP gifting suite on the 7^th floor, we ditched the frenetic main room and made our way to the promise land (so we thought).  It turned out that the joke was on us as the alcohol had run dry upstairs and the most ‘famous’ person was a castmate from The Real World: Brooklyn.

Slightly befuddled, we made our way back downstairs where things had started improving.  The crowd had thinned out but the ratio of celebrities to commoners had increased.  I ran into my friend, America’s Next Top Model Winner Jaslene Gonzalez, who was hanging out with club impresario Matt Levine.

In the other room was a dour-looking Taylor Momson, party hopping from the private Topshop dinner at Balthazar.  Inexplicably, Alexis Bledel (Gilmore Girls) was hanging out and looking rather out of place among the slightly grungy hipster set.  Definitely non-hipster, though, was Lydia Hearst, back from her charity work in Africa and wearing a custom silver corset by The Blondes—the same one Britney wore in her Circus album.

There was something slightly unfulfilling about the night and lack of press so Alexandra and I were out of commission for the next evening, vowing to come back strong for the Topshop party on Thursday.

When Thursday arrived, I once again donned the polka dot pants, determined to get them the press they deserved.  Our intel had told us that the Topshop party was in the store at 7PM.  I thought this was rather strange as the store had opened for business that day and it seemed unlikely that the place would be cleared and cleaned up for such an early party.

My suspicions were confirmed when the line snaking outside the store was filled with shoppers instead of socials.  After some urgent texting, we discovered that the party was actually at 9PM at The Box.  Already dressed to impress, we decided we’d do a “filler” event before Topshop to kill time and get a buzz rolling.  This was to be our downfall.

We bounced around from no-list to no-list event, the worst of which was the Marc Ecko store ‘party’ where a massive man straight out of a Suge Knight video was actually walking around with a pimp cane and hat.  The last time I felt that out of place was on 2^nd grade picture day when all the boys and girls were in their Sunday best and my mother had irreverently put me in a LA Laker’s jersey because she didn’t want to buy the photos anyway.

After forty miserable minutes, we left to attend the Complex Magazine party at Anchor Bar celebrating the Kanye West cover.  Once again, we had arrived early and were told to wait, something for which I have no patience.  When fifteen minutes passed and we were still on the wrong side of the velvet rope, I had had enough.  The last straw was when the flack outside told me they weren’t letting anyone inside as he opened the rope for a group of five to come inside.

I had such a bad taste in my mouth from the night that I refused to prolong my pain by going over to The Box.  Such was my week.  If you disapprove of the dearth of excitement, don’t blame me—blame the pants.

Adrien Field

Adrien@AdrienField.com

What: Hollywood Murder Mystery

When: 8pm- 1am

Where: Gallery Bar (120 Orchard St.)

Open Bar 8pm-9pm

 *This is a costume party bitches!

What: Reebok SS09 Collection Preview

When: 7pm
Where: Xchange 640 West 28th St 9th Floor

The early bird gets the worm, or in this case a free pair of custom Reeboks

What: Royal Chie’s ECO-Friendly Collection

When: 6pm – 9pm
Where: Geisha 33 East 61st Street

RSVP - newyork@royalchie.com

What Olsen Twins Book Reading

When: 12:30 pm

Where: Barnes & Noble (Union Square)

(I didn’t even know they could read)

What: Richie Rich Album Drop

When: 8pm

Where: Virgin Megastore (Times Square)

Thanks to Partycrasher and Going for the details

Richie Rich is holding a party for his album launch. He will be performing, so this might be worth going to if you want a good laugh.

When: 9pm – 12am
Where: Citrine 59 West 21st

RSVP – stephanie@defendmusic.com

Celebrate the launch of Match Rugby with a cocktail party

When: 7PM – 9PM
Where: 99 University Place

RSVP – Julia Sortwell: 646-562-3347
or julia.sortwell@ralphlauren.com

H&M is doing an exclusive preview for the new Comme des Garcons collection. The party is invite only so get your crashing shoes laced up and sneak your way in.

When: 7PM – 11PM
Where: Espace 635 West 42nd

Thanks to Partycrasher for the hook ups

Signs that Richie Rich might be officially done.

1. He’s releasing an album (also see; Paris Hilton, Lindsay Lohan, Heidi Montag)

2. He’s releasing an accessories line (also see; Paris Hilton, Lindsay Lohan, Heidi Montag)

It’s so sad to see a fairly talentless designer continue to be fairly talentless. I was expecting more from Richie after the Heatherette split, but it seems the aging twink is just gonna try to grasp onto whatever few opportunities are left for him.

He’s launching his first compilation album called Only Play This at Gay Raves Celebutante, which will include music by Richie, Madonna, the Scissor Sisters, Lil Mama and other butt play friendly artists. And he will be designing a line for utterly uncool mall store, Hot Topic.  So basically, he’s completely out of cash and might be starved for a few remaining deals before the shine of fame diminishes from his baby blues.

Additionally, Richie is releasing a shoe line (also see; diluting his brand image) called Rox & Riley which was rumored to be a collabo with Hilfiger’s less rich sibling.

Oh, Richie, so many projects, so few people who actually care.

To say we have been a little harsh on Agyness Deyn in the past would be a completely safe thing to say, but after last night my view towards her is beginning to come around. When Fashion Indie found out Agyness was doing a DJ set at Plumm night club we knew we had to be there, so we rounded up the troops and headed out to the club. We spent the night eagarly awaiting her arrival as it got later and later. As I headed down the small stairway to the lower part of the club, who do I run into? None other than Agyness Deyn herself, and I will say she was very nice (and pretty) as I said hello and shook her hand. She was dressed very casual wearing a simple pair of jeans and a slightly oversized tee shirt. Yes if you can’t believe you are hearing me complimenting Agyness and her look you are hearing right. But that is enough of being nice. Agyness as a DJ, not so much. She more or less stood there and played a transitionless set of old classics like Michael Jackson and Cyndi Lauper. Just because her boyfriend Anthony Ellis (lead singer of Five O’ Clock Heroes and seen above with Richie Rich) let her sing on one track on his album doesn’t make her a musician or DJ at that. My final words of wisdom to Agyness Deyn, you’re a model not a musician. Get it right.

We know where this is heading.

It starts with Daddy staying a little too late at work with his new secretary. Then mommy’s crying in the bathroom with a bottle of gin. And pretty soon you have two Christmas’ and a slew of step brothers who like playing “Hide the Inhaler” when you come over.

The break up is so eminent. Richie Rich has signed with shit maker Hot Topic to create a line of clothing without Heatherette.

“He didn’t want to do it,” sighs Richie. “They asked Heatherette to do it initially, but Traver said no, so I was like, well I’ll do it! I love Hot Topic!”

The line will hit the retailer in the near future and should fit well with equally crappy goods from Perez Hilton and Avril Levine.

Dammit Richie, we wanted to like you but this is unforgivable. Hot Topic is where emos go to die!!!

Richie Rich is reportedly going solo for his very first shoe line. Launching tonight in the LES, rumor has it that fave girl Lydia Hearst is hosting the party and wearing his first pair of shoes.

Very interested to see the collection, loved Heatherette.

Join Us for Christopher Coffee’s Sweet 25 Birthday Celebration!

Drinks, Celebs, and the General Press Mayhem that we all Expect from Chris & Richie Rich!

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Fashion Indie hit up this years Tulips & Pansies event with true swagger, dressing our asses up for the show that helped raise money for HIV/AIDS charities. The event was hosted by Gossip Girl/Model Lydia Hearst, Richie Rich and Travis Rains from Heatherette.

There was a ton of excitement (and Botox) in the air and a scene of real accomplishment as the giant floral monstrosities came down the runway. Fashion Indie favorites FORM took top prize, which got us all excited. We absolutely heart Jerry Tam.

How real men wear flowers.

Rebecca and I became acquainted with a bunch of fashion heavy hitters like Dandy Patrick McDonald, James Aguilar and Richie.  I got comfortable with wearing flowers. And we helped raise some capital for a great cause.  We’ve got over 150 photos so check some out after the jump…

Jerry Tam from FORM takes top prize

Not at all intoxicated. Promise.

What the hell Richie? It looks like you stepped into Amanda Lepore’s make-up room and barely made it out with your ball sack. I know you’re trying desperately to push your bubble gum pink Heatherette lipstick and eye liner, but did you really have to over indulge on yourself?!?  We get it, the new MAC collection is the shit, and yes all our indie friends have already started pitching tents in from of MAC shops to get it, but really buddy, did we need to see the entire collection on your Macaulay Culkin-inspired mug first?

As for the fashion, here’s a filler in case you missed out on what has become “hot”, it happens when your brand hasn’t mattered to anyone other than Paris Hilton in a few seasons.  Sequins are out, as are owls (that was the creature of choice two seasons ago, turtles are in, but most people prefer whistles or other random objects that aren’t furry or feathery), also is that a Ed Hardy T-shirt!!!  It better be Heatherette, our I’m gonna toss my cookies in a few seconds.  Also, what’s the deal with the hat? Did you swipe it from one of the Fly Girls at an In Living Color auction?

All in all pretty boy, your fashion sucks.  Which makes you our Hot Tranny Mess of the week!!!

(We probably won’t continue with the Hot Tranny Mess of the week for fear of getting sued by Christian Seriano. I’m sure the boy has pulled a Hilton an copywrited his catchphrase by now.)