Donna is my Homegirl
In Fashionville, it’s not just which parties you go to, it’s who’s there when you get there.
When Donna and Calvin bump into you on the way in, you know you’ve arrived at the right place.
Currently contemplating how to write this without sounding like a total dork. Shit, can’t, so here goes.
On Day 3 of our Miami Art Week adventure, we were invited to a few parties which reminded me why I fucking love being a card holding member of the fashion industry.
The first two were hosted at the Standard Hotel, an Edition01 One Year Anniversary celebration and a Bruce Weber book launch/signing event that provided me my very first Donna Karen spotting. I know what you’re thinking, “Beca, I’ve spotted Karen at temple for Yom Kippur and scouting pool boys in the Hamptons like a million times, how have you failed to tick her off your Fashion Bingo card until now. You’re obvi not as inside as you think you are. Unfollow.”
I agree with all of that (except the unfollow comment, bitch) and I didn’t realize how incomplete my life was until I saw the Jewish fashion princess make her way across the Standard’s lobby, hand-in-hand with porn star provocateur Calvin Klein. I know. I literally thought I was going to shit a stiletto.
Following the two without seeming like a total stalker was difficult, especially since I was hyperventilating like a Terry Richardson in heat. Passing though the hotel’s backyard patio, I was greeted by Edition01′s PRs and walked through their anniversary collection which was created in partnership with Paul Kasmin Gallery and featured items like Nir Hod mirrored cocaine coasters (officially on the gift list for all my pencil thin model friends), OY & YO Del Toros, and an Olympia Le Tan clutch which is currently one of my fashion week musts.
Soon after, we made our way to the big show, a bayside party that featured a few mounted pieces by Bruce, that salsa dog that’s gone viral for busting moves worthy of Dancing with the Stars, and of course, the Donna. After, smoozing with Hamish Bowels, downing Avion cocktails, and a failed attempt to get Donna to play cantor at my next birthday celebration, and we were off to our third party of the night, a quick drive to the Mandrin Oriental for Girard-Perragaux Art Week beach party.
A master watchmaker from GP demonstrated the intricacies of the heritage brands precision pieces, while a cigar maker made stogies blended with 10 strands of tobacco, perfect for smoking at the event that attracted the likes of Tomas Regalado, mayor of Miami. After a shoe check, which, in all truth was genius considering how torturous heels are in the sand, we were given GP flip flops which imprinted the brands logo and crocodiles into the sand.
I chatted it up with PR Fernanda Zapata of The Promotion Factory, plotting to move out of New York to call Miami our new home and eventually moved pool side to discuss my plans to get Donna to be my bestie. I’ll spare you the details, but it involves hiring a 25-year-old SoulCycle instructor and a “chance-encounter” at next years Super Saturday.
Definitely a night that made Art Miami Week an event to remember…
What I Wore: Dress by Prada | Jacket Vest by Viktor & Rolf | Shoes by Rebecca Minkoff | Bag by Reed Krakoff