1. Atlanta De Cadenet books RL with Bruce Weber. Mom is Amanda, dad is Duran Duran, stepmom is Juicy Couture, stepdad is in the Strokes. Um. Is this the birth of an American Georgia Jagger?
2. Wait, Desmond is on the plane with Jack?!
3. Designers hiring people to Twitter for them, as them. Especialy true of those craving @DVF status.
4. You know what’s awesome? Early ’90s hair bands. You know what’s also awesome? Rose Bar. Just saying.
[EMILIE DE RAVIN - AM I THE IMAGINARY SOCIALITE?]
To: ImaginarySocialite@gmail.com
From: Waiting@ByThePhone.com
Hey
I see u have a shirt that said the socialite.
I was wounding were you got it?
What dose the back say?
Or if you were will to sell yours?
I would be happy to pay 35 for it or abit up…”
Thanks dear. The back says Find a time machine and zoom back to 2004. Alas, I think that’s the last time it’s been considered a compliment to be called a (real) socialite.
Today, an equivalent shirt might say “DJ with famous parents,” “It Girl with Agenda,” or, perhaps, “Surfer - Slash - Stylist.” Meanwhile, it seems “Underage Blogger” is already taken… and overpriced.
[IMELDA MARCOS - AM I THE IMAGINARY SOCIALITE?]
Spotted at Norwood last Friday night:
A very bright, very large Louis Vuitton duffel bag being carried instead of a purse by the young woman at left.
The puckered canvas and lopsided seams seem to indicate it’s a Canal Street staple.
But maybe it’s a real, live, hot blooded Vuitton, and just leaning so far left because it wants to get closer to her impossibly cool short-shorts?
[MANDY COON - AM I THE IMAGINARY SOCIALITE?]