What’s the most surprising thing about this Style.com shot of Camilla Al Fayed (left)?
a) The cleavage combined with the very gaunt neck.
b) The Prada necklace she’s wearing as a headband.
c) The fact that she’s come out of hiding.
d) But now that I think about it, so have I…
[ANABELA BELACOVA - AM I THE IMAGINARY SOCIALITE?]
James, 22
“Do you know Winnie The Pooh?” he asks.
“Not personally,” I answer.
“Well, no, me neither, but I grew up in the Hundred Acre Wood. And it really is a hundred acres, and also very woodsy.”
“So A.A. Milne didn’t believe in false advertising,” I remark.
“Well, I don’t know,” he grins, “Because I don’t know him. Personally.”
A minute and then he adds, “But his cottage was right next to ours.”
[E.E. CUMMINGS - AM I THE IMAGINARY SOCIALITE?]
When this blog first started, I said, “How do we spread good gossip without being wretched?” and Ellen Hart came up with a game:
List four things, two that are true and two that are false, Then let everyone guess which one is which.
This weekend, we’re going in for a rematch. You know the rules, now place your bets…
1) A young Hollywood heartthrob showed up for a fragrance campaign so wasted on pills, they couldn’t do the shoot until the next day.
2) A fading socialite is actually pregnant instead of just tired.
3) A former fashion editor is trying to blackmail his or her way into the Met Ball.
4) A rock star whose girl likes to lip sync doesn’t play his own guitar onstage.
Two are true, two are false, all are funny. Have a blast.
[BOBBI THOMAS - AM I THE IMAGINARY SOCIALITE?]
There’s something really arch about a Prada bag strutting its stuff in front of a Chanel backdrop.
It happened two weeks ago, when Karl through his big bash to celebrate Zaha Hadid’s big piece of walk-in Tupperware, branded with Double Cs and plopped in the middle of Central Park.
No doubt, The Kaiser Chief would proclaim such a purse a faux pas, but would he also call it… faux?!
It doesn’t say “Prado” or anything like that, but still, you’ve got to guess - Real or Fake?
Oh, and it’s Cory Kennedy’s bag, if that makes it easier to make a decision.
[EMMA BEAM - AM I THE IMAGINARY SOCIALITE?]
It’s red.
It’s white.
It’s blue.
And even when you think it’s gone, it still endures.
Maybe that’s why people still can’t give up The Dress That Won’t Die - because it somehow conveys their favorite part of the American spirit.
Unfortunately, unlike the Redwood Forest and the Gulfstream Waters, this dress was not made for you and me. But on and on it goes.
[JAY MANUEL - AM I THE IMAGINARY SOCIALITE?]
[MICHELLE OBAMA - AM I THE MOST FASHIONABLE FIRST LADY SINCE JACKIE KENNEDY?!]
Sometimes I lie awake at night with a gape in my gut. It’s a little like a cramp except it’s a chasm, and it pulls apart the strings in my stomach until everything’s untied and open. Like something should reach inside and rearrange my soul. Like someone should fill me up with too many colors and whispered assurance, and the powdered sugar that comes from donuts and gets on top of seventh grade lip gloss on the hood of someone’s older brother’s car.
I don’t know where the chasm comes from, but I know this: it has nothing to do with nothingness, that feeling in the pit of your heart when you understand infinity exists and it does’t care about you.
This gap is different because it’s not connected to fear, or galaxies or god. It’s an emptiness that’s only yours, reaching out of your stomach and into the world, grabbing for anything and anyone that might close it.
Last night, I tried to fall asleep to get it to go away, but all I saw was your sneakers, Sharpie stained and scribbled with skulls, and I wish you could draw the same ones in my heart to seam it up.
That seems really unlikely, though, so I guess I’ll try pizza.
[LILA SHAARA - AM I THE IMAGINARY SOCIALITE?]
Just kick out the back, Jack.
Make a new plan, Stan.
Step on the gas, Max.
Just leave it behind.
[SARAH MAST - AM I THE IMAGINARY SOCIALITE?]
Minh, 22
When you need a dinner party, you call Bobo.
When you need a snow party, you call Beatrice.
When you need a fashion party, you call Barneys.
And when you need a model, any model at all, you call Minh.
But she could probably host a killer dinner party, too.
[LISSY TRULLIE - AM I THE IMAGINARY SOCIALITE?]
Imaginary Socialite: Hi, Daddy! I’m just calling to remind you to vote for Barack Obama today. I know you’ll do the right thing.
Poppa Art: Oh really? You think the right thing is to vote for a Socialist?
Imaginary Socialite: Look, assuming your judgment is correct, you can either vote for a Socialist or vote for a National Socialist.
Poppa Art: That’s a little extreme. We want someone with a strong foreign policy stance. What if Barack Obama were president during the Cuban Missile Crisis? We would all end up speaking Russian!
Imaginary Socialite: Uh, Dad? Aren’t grandma and grandpa Russian? Weren’t you speaking it anyway?
Poppa Art: Good point.
[LUCY DELAVIGNE - AM I THE IMAGINARY SOCIALITE?]
Spotted on Halloween:
A tricky treat in the form of these Pucci leggings.
Were they hemmed by the hands of Emilio himself?
Or are they merely a neon reproduction?
Place your best guess, then click the photo for the real answer -
Snack-size Twix bars sadly not included.
[JESSICA SZOHR - AM I THE IMAGINARY SOCIALITE?]