Imaginary Socialite

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1. Getting stuck in St. Tropez means nobody knows you’re booked for campaign season…

2. What do Don Hills and Kenmare have in common?

3. The socialite’s kid who’s been shot drinking and smoking on so many photo blogs that her rivals have considered sending them to social services.

4. How good were those raspberry hibiscus popsicles? Sooooo good.

[REBECCA NAOMI JONES - AM I THE IMAGINARY SOCIALITE?]

We can settle by the sea, trouble’s gonna bury me

Leave our troubles by the sand, I see water, I see land

C-A-P-S-I-Z-E all the way home

I’m gonna tilt a while.

[STUART EMMRICH - AM I THE IMAGINARY SOCIALITE?]

Becka’s rocking a serious pair of sunglasses, at left.

They’re gold plated, square framed, and complete with a chain you couldn’t dare take past airport security.

But are they the ones designed by JPG and worn by Lady Gaga?

Or are they the ones found on the St. Marks rack in the background?

Call me on the te-te-telephone and let me know what you think.

Or I can just tell you. They’re totally fake. I just love the photo – it’s so much fun!

[JANE ROSENTHAL - AM I THE IMAGINARY SOCIALITE?]

Also, Neon Indian is not Neon Trees.

And Neon Trees is not Dead Trees.

And The XX is not INXS.

And My Morning Jacket is not The Morning Benders.

And thus concludes the Saturday sugar high.

[SARAH LEWIS - AM I THE IMAGINARY SOCIALITE?]

1. $60,000 in a suitcase. Mulberry and So- South- You- Can’t- Find- It. Le Jazz Hot, here we come?

2. Lily Kwong, Club Monaco heartthrob. Ours, too.

3. The “medical emergency” at Boom Boom on Thursday.

4. Courtney Love’s new wardrobe mistress. We know who she is – do you?

[PEYTON LIST - AM I THE IMAGINARY SOCIALITE?]

In a sense, the Balenciaga Moto Bag is the Crocodile of accessories:

It’s outlasted everything else, and become something of a dangerous, vicious survivor.

Left in its wake were The Jelly Kelly, The Fendi Baguette, The Dior Saddle Bag, The Luella Gisele, The Louis Murakami, and soon – let’s face it – The Rocco.

It’s been to Moomba, Bungalow, Beatrice, Jane – all now extinct. And yet, this sack of leather and lycra thread is still going – and of course, so are their Canal street counterparts.

So is the one at left a genuine fashion crocodile – or is it just a crock?

[ANGELO BIANCHI - AM I THE IMAGINARY SOCIALITE?]