And cherry chapstick.
And cherry blossoms.
And cherry garcia.
But do I heart this little Louis Cherry pocket?
(there was so much fuss over the last LV purse; I couldn’t resist posting another)
[CAROLINE BERTHET - AM I THE IMAGINARY SOCIALITE?]
Leigh swings inside to sit; her handbag explodes on the table. She slumps, unphased, and calls for coffee. We blink back, hungover and hazy and warm.
Leigh is last to brunch but she gets her coffee first. Sean frowns.
“Here,” she says to him, but instead of her coffee, she passes Kiehls.
“Here,” she nods to Ellen, and rolls Blistex.
“Wait,” she tells Geordon, and finds some MAC.
When the coffee finally comes, we can’t drink it because our lips are newly glossed; she takes our cups as refills.
It threatens to snow in the sun, and I peek into Leigh’s bag, searching to see if she can also fit an umbrella, a coatstand, and a chimney sweep inside.
[NINA LEYKIND - AM I THE IMAGINARY SOCIALITE?]
Or the new Bookface blog, run by Vanessa’s lovely boy, whose name is also – yes – Bookface.
He was born in a library, what can I say…?
[BEN McGRATH - AM I THE IMAGINARY SOCIALITE?]
Why are Niki and Ellen so totally shocked?
a) They discovered Pete Doherty is a Buddy Holly impersonator from 6 Flags.
b) They realized they were missing The Barney’s Warehouse Sale during brunch.
c) They found out there’s a secret, fourth MisShape, who hides on the floor.
d) They found out if you work at Dior, you get $1000 off suits… at least, if you’re not a filthy liar, you do.
[BARBARA KORN - AM I THE IMAGINARY SOCIALITE?]
In a stunning example of how Londoners dress 11 months ahead of Americans, this Sunday Times article proclaiming skinny jeans dead.
Wait, skinny jeans? Like, thank-you-Hedi, tuck-into-equestrian-boot, Superfine-or-Tsubi, those skinny jeans?
The ones on your list to buy this season?
Sadly, apparently, over. Next up, according to Kate Moss? The “boyfriend” jean, made by Levi’s brand Lucky.
Next natural question: which boyfriend would wear these? Pete? Jefferson? One of the Strokes? Vintage Mario Sorrenti?
More importantly, would you?
[FAB FRERE - AM I THE IMAGINARY SOCIALITE?]
Just before London, I got a call.
“Have you seen the skull stickers?” chirped one of the Plastics. She bumped down Broadway in a cab, three Bergdorf bags in tow. “There’s one on my dashboard,” she continued, “and yesterday? On the bathroom wall? They’re on these little stickers? They’re purple.” A pause. “They’re cool,” she says, an appraisal. “Can you get me one?”
Yesterday at Kate’s, the skulls were on the menu. “Awww,” grinned Ellen, “those look great.” We passed the plastic around. “I love the lavender,” I said, before skimming for eggs and toast. “Have you seen them in the cabs?” Heads bobbing. Everyone’s into it. “I saw them in the dressing room,” says a whisper. “I saw them in the lounge.” I don’t think this is true, but I like the legend: a sharpie and some stickers and it’s off.
This morning I came home with a fresh bag of Marc and a Flake bar, and on my vanity was a sticker. With a skull. I laughed and searched for clues, but all I found was a lavender marker, which is now, most definitely, mine.
[SaMO - AM I THE IMAGINARY SOCIALITE?]
Am I The IS: So The Seeker is finally on MySpace, but I’m not in his Top 8. But guess who is?
Indie Lauper: Um, Chelsea Clinton?
Am I The IS: Schuyler Fisk. The girl who was in The Babysitter’s Club movie. Now she has a MySpace music page.
Indie Lauper: Ha. You’re secretly obsessed, aren’t you?
Am I The IS: Obsessed.
Indie Lauper: Wait, isn’t she Sissy Spacek’s daughter? OMG. Is she the Imaginary Actress?!
Am I The IS: Ha! But she’s on his Top 8!
[ANN M. MARTIN - AM I THE IMAGINARY SOCIALITE?]
“Omigod, we’re neighbors!” Quinn and I scream it at the same time. It’s the last days of Luke & Leroy, and we’re dancing on the top floor.
Other things in common: Gaelic names for no reason, Maurice Villency glass vases, alphabet magnets, and the annoying way everyone compares us – separately – to Carrie Bradshaw. “SJP is way cooler in Footloose,” insists Quinn; another agreement.
The next morning, Josh boasts, “you’ve found your little twin,” but I seem to be the Mary Kate of this situation: Quinn has more patience, and more style, and more grace at handling crap.
Then Ellen calls. “Admit it; you had fun last night,” she hums. “When you were talking to Quinn, it was like the first time you’d been like, cool and happy? In like a month.”
So maybe she was rubbing off after all. Thank god.
[QUINN: HAPPY BIRTHDAY TIMES A MILLION. EVERYONE ELSE: DON'T YOU NEED A NEW BAG?]
I like Vibe‘s new issue, especially how they spread a whole page of Chanel next to a whole page of Baby Phat in their “spring fashion guide.”
Incidentally, Devon Aoki was also spread between Chanel and Baby Phat in their spring 2002 runway season.
Coincidence? Or Dimmak Records conspiracy?! Muhahaha.
[MIMI VALDEZ - AM I THE IMAGINARY SOCIALITE?]