Boxer, The Seeker, and I sit outside Cafe Habana, sipping coffee. Boxer is staring at three non-blondes through the window, who appear to be staring back. A girl wafts by with her dog; Boxer shifts his focus until she disappears down the alley.
“Cute,” I say.
“Totally,” agrees Boxer.
“But,” I add, “her hair needed some […]
This from an oh-so-anonymous YSL publicist, whose closet was apparently raided last night for the Madison Avenue - Fashion Meets Art event. Here’s who wore what:
Celerie Kemble- blue silk chiffon dress
Ines Rivero- bright fuscia (magenta?) silk dress
Sally Albemarle- black and white jacket with polka dots, back-ruffled skirt, super-fancy polka dot corset, purple […]
This comes to us all the way from Vermont.
Vermont? Whatever, we’ll take what we can get.
Dear Imaginary Socialite,
I just checked out your blog and saw the reference to Hope Atherton. Do you know, I ran Varsity Cross Country with her little sister, Lily, at [prep school] in [some other green New England […]
The Seeker glides off his elevator and onto a new skateboard, already scuffed and smacked around. As he sails past the front desk, the doormen call him Mr. Seeker. It’s bizarre. We cut through the Park to The Crown Building, where Heatherette is having a little Christmas party. Yes, it’s still […]
I say, I screen my calls, so email me instead.
am.i@imaginarysocialite.com
Guesses encouraged. So are boys.
[THEODORA RICHARDS - AM I THE IMAGINARY SOCIALITE?]
At 3 am, I crawl from the lap of a minor rock star to meet The Seeker. He waits on Ludlow, for no apparent reason, and holding a Red Bull like shark bait. I bite.
We walk to East Houston, but fearing yet another encounter with Bloc Party, we slide into a small deli […]
How to Crash a Party:
1. Know where you’re going, and dress the part. Don’t wear jeans to a Bergdorf thing. Don’t wear a dress to Hiro. If you’re pretty, overdress to get noticed. If you’re not, underdress to look wealthier. Always carry a small status bag. Always carry […]