Which one of these ingenious costume kids does not work at Marc Jacobs? Click on the photos to find out…
Is it Sherlock Ho… I mean, Sherlock Holmes…
“I’m A Robot… get it?”
Or Jessica, who spent the entire night doling out champagne to customers and demanding they put their trays into an upright position? Yes, really.
[ELIZABETH PERKINS - AM I THE IMAGINARY SOCIALITE?]
Dear Tsubi,
Meet your new competition, Insight51. They are a skater-surfer collective in LA with a little dash of A.P.C. and a little infusion of Marc by Marc and a lot a lot a lot of fabulous ideas, all rolled into the coolest website I have ever, ever seen. And you guys know it’s not like me to gush, but I am in love.
Also, if you order one of their things online, they send you cool skull stickers, which you can use to vandalize your favorite purse at Barney’s - after all, if you tag it now, nobody will buy it and its yours for the warehouse sale. Muhahah.
[VANESSA CHIU - AM I THE IMAGINARY SOCIALITE?]
To: am.i@imaginarysocialite.com
From: EhBaby@HotHauteHot.com
GQ is looking for a new fashion assistant to work in the closet - all the hard grunt work and no glamour. Would love a guy - we have 3 girls - but are open if they are amazing. The candidate should want to work at GQ more than anything else in the world and be prepared to work very hard.
Please forward all resumes to Callie, Callie_Canfield@condenast.com
so I sense a Twelfth Night scenario here where a desperate fashion babe binds her breasts, dresses up Dior Homme style, and pretends to be an eager young closet boy… she falls in love with her strangely straight fashion director, who’s in love with the accessories editor at Teen Vogue… okay, screenplay?
[AMANDA BYNES - AM I THE IMAGINARY SOCIALITE?]
Mandy, 28, fills in the blanks…
Tomorrow I’m…
Tonight I’m…
Fashion-wise I’m…
Okay, really it’s from Marc, but that’s okay.
[JILLIAN DEMLING - AM I THE IMAGINARY SOCIALITE?]
8:30 pm : Bungalow 8 party, starring Tinsley, Fabiola, Valentine & Olga begins… the list closes as soon as the club reaches capacity and it only holds 150 people, so don’t be late.
9:00 pm: Nylon + Dimmak + MisShapes + Cobra Snake at Stereo and The Horrors and the Littl’ans will be there (deja vu) along with your favorite skinny jeaned djs. Bonus points if you feed Marvin candy.
10:00 pm: Richie Rich DJs Lotus, everyone dress as an ice capade star!
11:oo pm: Aimee, Macky, and Drewpsie take B Bar, and I dare you to dump pixie sticks into the champagne.
Midnight: Private Men’s Club with Rob and Omri at Black & White; someone please dress as Bono and Scarlett so if they don’t show up again, we can at least pretend.
1 am: Collapse from sugar O.D., vow never to eat Snickers again, then have them for breakfast.
or you could be like me and do some family friendly candy giving, but that’s a whooole other story
[JENNIFER LOVE HEWITT - AM I THE IMAGINARY SOCIALITE?]
if you missed them on Saturday night, they’re very good and very cute. Also, they like Pixie Sticks, so bring some…
[CHRISTINE LAKIN - AM I THE IMAGINARY SOCIALITE?]
To the crush (you totally know I like you by now, right?):
The first time I saw walking sex it was streaking across the quad, six feet and strolling, in a t-shirt drenched in stares. I was sitting on a wall and playing with my hair and trying not to notice, which was hard when he stopped straight in front of me.
“Hey, a bunch of us are going to the hill,” he said, but the second his shadow touched my shoes I fazed out, and when he said, “you’ll come, right?” I was vaguely aware that he’d asked me a question, but more aware that every girl on the lawn was trying hard to hear us. I was also terrified but it would be social suicide to say so.
Instead I said “I’ll come,” but it was to my Kate Spade tote and not to him. The hill was freezing so he grabbed me in his jacket but I was so nervous that I pulled away. It took three weeks before I let him kiss me and another three before we were in bed.
At 3 am we ate chocolate chicks from his Easter basket and he threw the tinsel over the blankets and he went, “I didn’t know you were shy until I liked you.” And I said, “I wasn’t shy until you liked me.” And for the first time I couldn’t explain something with words so I let him take off more of my clothes instead.
So then when you came up to me and said hi at the party and tried to kiss me and I brushed you away with my hand, the way I do with my hair sometimes, it’s the same as above. Except I haven’t taken off my clothes in explanation, though you know, that can change at some point.
xoxo IS
[MATTHEW PERRY - AM I THE IMAGINARY CRUSH?]
In today’s special edition of MisShapes Fashion Forecast, we present to you four of Saturday’s outfits. Two of them are Halloween costumes. Two of them are night-out-ensembles. Can you guess which is which? Click on the photos for answers!
To the right, a young man dressed in Jeremy Scott’s Snickersesque sweatshirt, making him either a trick or a treat. Above, the lovely and amazing Quinn strikes a quinn-tessential hottie pose.
This is Bella, a stylist from London, who may or may not have stolen her Jeremy Scott sweater dress from an i.D. magazine photo shoot this weekend at Milk Studios.
And finally, this girl is either a Littl’Ans groupie imported from Pete Doherty’s backyard or she’s dressed up as Bebe Buell in her heyday for the big night. Also, there were four guys in leather jackets and skinny jeans who could have been the Ramones or could have been themselves, but I was too busy feeding them Pixie Sticks and Pez to take their photo. If anyone’s got one, post the link!
[TIM CURRY - AM I THE IMAGINARY SOCIALITE?]
Alex, 30
This calmly cool Brit iss being kissed by which to-die-for stylist?
a) Katie Grand
b) Venetia Scott
c) Charlotte Stockdale
d) Leith Clark
Either way, you’ll have to fight her for it, and she’s got pretty pointy stilettos…
[RACHEL ZOE - AM I THE IMAGINARY SOCIALITE?]
Today in Sunday Styles, who are you and what have you done with Scott’s teddy bear?
[KARL LAGERFELD - AM I THE IMAGINARY SOCIALITE?]
Cant you see the sunshine
Cant you just feel the moonshine
Maybe just like a friend of mine, it hit me from behind
Yes, I’m goin’…
[MARISHA PESSL - AM I THE IMAGINARY SOCIALITE?]
both cheesy, in their own special way.
and brought to you by the final Is Not winner, the cryptically named Fash338…
[NAOMI CAMPBELL - AM I THE IMAGINARY SOCIALITE?]
[YAY! XOXOXOXOXOXO!]
Introducing a new Real or Fake series where we decide whether these enticing MySpace profiles are Friend or Faux… first up: Gemma Ward. Take a look and see what you think - and just in case it matters, her profile has a comment from Genevieve Jones (the real one)…
[RACHEL ALEXANDER - AM I THE IMAGINARY SOCIALITE?]
Act Nine, in which the Imaginary Socialite goes home to the boonies and plays Scrabble with her mother and little bro (and loses! so not okay!).
Imaginary Socialite: Are you sure we want to play Scrabble? Maybe we want to play Bullshit instead?
Little Bro: Well, with you making up so many words, Scrabble and Bullshit are the same thing.
Mommy Dearest: Oooh, snip!
Little Bro: Mom, it’s snap.
Imaginary Socialite: I’ll ignore that. I love it here. I wish we could take this whole house and move it into the middle of Manhattan. Of course, then we’d be billionaires.
Mommy Dearest: As opposed to half millionaires.
Imaginary Socialite: Half millionaires? What happened to the other half?
Mommy Dearest: We took you shopping last night. Remember? Oooh, snip!
Little Bro: Snap, mom! Snap!
[IVANKA TRUMP - AM I THE IMAGINARY SOCIALITE?]