by Lester Brathwaite on
An insider look from the outside. Issue 3: How does my hair look?
If you happen to see some queen charging his phone in the background of any pictures from Libertine’s spring 2013 show, let me know how my hair looks.
In between chargings, I was actually able to take in what was happening in the foreground, which turned out to be something of an art performance piece meets bad sketch variety show with models horsing around and playfully mugging for photographers Admittedly, it was nice to see the kids having fun rather than sulking down a runway.
It seemed that someone had a reason to pout, however, as I couldn’t help overhearing backstage: “Speedo boy is having a fit!” But walking around sans pants while everyone else is fully-dressed could rub anyone the wrong way. Not me, personally, but I digress.
While Marc Jacobs was channeling the coked up ghost of Edie Sedgwick, the FI kids and I were blowing rails downtown at Bagatelle for AHALife‘s Studio 54-themed two-year anniversary party. Okay, it was rails of Pixie sticks but the 70s reigned supreme with an irresistible mix of disco blasting over afro’d out heads.
Amanda got a fake tattoo on her chesticles while Jessica showed up with the folks from StyleLikeU, completely unrecognizable in her borrowed threads. After a quick change, Madame Lapidos restyled my outfit and almost immediately I was approached by some German television show.
So if you happen to see some queen babbling about style in Germany, let me know how my hair looks.
From there we catwalked en masse to Wilhelmina Models‘ party at Nowood, but apparently the specter of a group of fashion bloggers rolling seven deep was frightening to the door people, who alerted us that the place was at capacity. So we booked it across the street to The Darby for the Socialyte Gala, a fundraiser for Rescue Paw Foundation.
There we gorged ourselves on delicious bites, downed some potent Svedka cocktails and discovered our new favorite band, Delta Rae — six gorgeous and talented southern rockers who turned in a fantastic set including an ass-kicking cover of Fleetwood Mac‘s “Go Your Own Way. Theophilus London continued to rock the crowd till midnight, though the real showstoppers were his incredible velvet loafers.
Later, we learned that the Wilhelmina party actually was super crowded after someone got a dollar thrown in their face by a surly bartender. Of all the insolence! Clearly no one ever told him that you don’t throw bills in people’s faces unless they’re hunn’eds-hunn’eds.