Sunday, March 25, 2007

Los Angeles, CA

Another day another fashion week!

I swear I feel like my life revolves around fashion weeks from here to New York. The truth of it is… fashion week seems to draw in the fabulousness, the flash bulbs and fun invites that I crave.

Mercedes Benz LA fashion week is super fun because it is all hip, young designers. Yes, I love the high end, couture designers (Prada, Fendi, Chanel, Oh my!!) but I cant afford to buy, nor wear it so this is more up my alley and what you might find in my closet (mixed with high end Forever 21 and Isaac Mizrahi for Target of course ;)

This LA fashion week brought invites to view a couple shows (I wish more, but beggars can’t be choosers) as well as requests to walk in two shows (and you know I like to strut my stuff on the runway ;) Here is how the week went…

Sunday – My friend Samantha and I put together our most fashion forward outfits (you have to dress hot to go to the tents) and headed to Smash Box Studios in Culver City to see the first showing of 2(X)ist, a line of men’s underwear. We sat front row and gawked at a very rowdy (totally drugged out) Janice Dickenson while we waited for the half naked men to hit the runway. Gorgeous guys strutted around in their panties and all I can say is WOW! Some of the most amazing bodies I have ever seen. Janice Dickenson, Sam and I howled at the passing god like figures, but Sam yelled just a little louder then the rest of the crowd. (Turns out she has had romantic rendez vous with not one, BUT two of the male models. What are the chances? HA!)

Monday – BEBE would only seat me as the guest of Kim Kardashian (Not very nice at all!!) and Kim didn’t want to go. So after some whining on my part, we snubbed our noses at BEBE and went to Koi for a delicious sushi dinner instead. I didn’t want to go to your stinkin’ show anywho (Grrr…)

Tuesday – To keep up my energy, I took the day off from fashion week to go to the gym, do some work (Always writing, writing, writing) and go to bed early (a girl cant party every night or she will start looking green and wrinkly).

Wednesday – I walked in Samora (A designer known for her classy, feminine designs). I wore cool brown pants with a bustier top and a sexy hat to top it off. The make up was clean and minimal with a red lip (Thanks to NARS Shanghai Express) I’ve never thought to wear red lipstick (I tend to leave that for my mom) but this was sexy and I will definitely work it into my makeup repertoire. I strutted my stuff and worked my poses for the cameras, then rushed off to change my clothes and check out the Christian Audigier show. (Samantha and I where shafted to the second row. SO UNCOOL!) Kim K worked the runway while her EX Nick Cannon spun the tunes. No drama here, just some cute clothes and good music. As if the day hadn’t been long enough, after the show Sam and I whisked up to Hollywood to make a pit stop at the 944 Magazine party to see our friend Kimberly Carlson. Then we all headed to the Rock and Republic party at Chateau Marmot. By this point my feet where killing me and my eyes beginning to close, so after a quick drink (one of which a slightly tipsy Sam spilled all over my legs and feet), we headed home to bed.

Thursday – Kim K and I were special guests at “Pinque Cirque,” a wild fashion fete thrown by AVO and Gaudy PR at Boulevard Three. I hosted the first show for Couture of Bloke. Though it seemed their idea of hosting was mingling with my friends (Thanks Kim C, Sam, Kimberly, Pearl, Scott, Tasha, Evan and Danny for comin out) in an awesome Bloke dress, wild hair and dark smoky makeup. Then Kim K, Carolina Bacardi and a couple of the America’s Next Top Model past season cast offs (I LOVE Melrose!!) walked in House of Doll. The dresses where wild with a circus flair and our makeup was bright and crazy. After the show and when the champagne ran out, Pearl, Tasha, Sam and I continued the party at Area, where Evan and friends had a table (weird to go to clubbin with your little brother, but I’m trying to get used to it.) Also there was Lindsey Lohan, Stavros and one too many of my ex boyfriends. We danced till the early morning or at least till the lights came on and they kicked us out.

Friday – To finish the week strong, Kim K and I went to the exclusive KLS / Baby Phat dinner at Social Hollywood. Somehow we got shafted to the back corner of the loser table (all the big stars sat at fancy round table with Kimora). Kimberly Locke (From American Idol and Celebrity Fit Club) was super sweet, but ditched us at our table for a cooler upgrade next to Tia and Tamara (the twins from Sister Sister. Love them! Seriously, I feel like I look more like the two of them than my own family). Kim K and I giggle and acted silly in the corner while we chowed down on the yummy, but petite tasters of food. After dinner, we watched the show, mingled for a minute and snuck out (not that anyone noticed ;) to head to bed.

At the end of LA fashion week, my feet hurt from all the strutting around in heels, my writing fell behind because of all the partying, but all in all it was a fabulous week. Next week, I promise back to my usual focus (in between all the fun of course).

Sunday, March 18, 2007

Los Angeles, CA




Every true Socialite needs a cute, little dog.




They’re a perfect accessory when toted under the arm like a clutch or when carried in a purse. I mean, check out Paris and Tinkerbell! Gorgeous!!

I’ve got one too… but he is NOT exactly an accessory.
Meet my main man, PEANUT!

Peanut came into my life back in my Colorado days (I was a ski bum in Aspen for 3 years). I searched the whole state for a teacup yorkie, but found mostly huge drooly dogs meant for the mountains and NOT suitable for a socialite ;) Finally, on a trip to Denver I found him!! He was greasy, wet and looked half dead in a glass case at pet store (YES, I know its terrible to purchase dogs from a pet store, BUT you should have seen him. He made my heart melt!) He was the only one not adopted from his litter, because he was the runt (1.2 pounds, meek and funny looking).

I was unfamiliar with the breed (He is a Silky Terrier), but instantly fell in love with the tiny thing which I toted everywhere. As he got older, he just kept growing and growing (He seems huge now at a whopping 10 pounds) and he stopped wanting to be lugged around (So much for my socialite doggy accessory) Peanut won’t ride in my purse. He hates to be toted around. Instead, he wants to run and play fetch, bark and act crazy which I have learned to accept.

He is handsome and expressive and not particularly well behaved, but he recently booked an agent (Yes, only in LA would a girl get her dog an agent, but he is way too fabulous to keep out of the spotlight) We just finished the very intense training program at the Le Paws Agency where Peanut perfected the sit, stay, down, roll over, speak and on your side commands. Though he still struggles with commands from a distance, he recently passed the CGC exam (to get a pet work permit) and soon enough he will be a BIG STAR!

If my writing / hosting career doesn’t pan out maybe Peanut will be the bread winner in the family!! God, I love that dog ;)

Sunday, March 11, 2007

South Beach, MIAMI


I was super excited when my most fabulous New York socialite friends Mary (Giuliani) and Lydia
(Fenet) helped score me an invite to Miami for Marc Bauwer’s fashion show for the GLAMIT line. They called two days before to see if I could clear my schedule and hop on a plane (all expenses paid) to be a special guest in the front row of the over the top fabulous affair. Seriously, who could say NO to Miami and all expenses paid to boot? So my calendar was quickly wiped (Thanks Sam for watching Peanut, my baby… dog at such short notice ;) and off I went.

I arrived in Miami one night early and quickly checked into the Raleigh (Thanks to Ariel Stein, who I met just recently in New York at fashion week, for hooking me up with the best deal at one of the hottest hotels at the beach) I quickly transformed from comfy airplane attire to Miami mama ready to hit the town (30 minutes is all I need!)

Ariel, Kiera (a gorgeous Miami model, who I also met in New York) and I dined on deliciousness at Forge (the place to be on Thursday in Miami) then cruised next door to dance on leather booths at Glass. Champagne is the drink of choice in Miami and I was thrilled as I danced and partied till the early morn with my new friends Ariel, Kiera, Eric, Errol and Gerard.

I woke up in a cloud the next morning quickly checked out of the Raleigh and headed to the Hilton (hotel provided by the PR company who invited me). The room wasn’t ready but no worries, I went and found Mary and Lydia bikini clad and laying by the pool where I quickly passed out to only awake for a cheese burger and flip over to tan my backside. I woke in the afternoon with a nice tan, checked into my room, showered and dressed in my beaded (amazingly gorgeous) Marc Bouwer gown.

The car picked us up and took us to Karu and Y (a new Miami hotspot). Outside costumed nymphs on stilts surrounded the car and peeked in the windows (it was like being on the safari at Busch Gardens only with weird people instead of animals;) We met and took pictures on the red carpet with the designer (He’s totally cute and fabulous).

Inside the champagne reception was wild with more costumed characters rocking to the music. We sipped Kier Royals and danced around the room meeting the hottest people of Miami. After some mingling, we were ushered to the front row of the runway where odd costume characters strutted around and mocked how models walk.

The show began and hot gowns in bright colors swept across the stage on models with some skin on there bones (I guess I should have tried my hand at modeling in Miami where the waif is not the norm)

After the show the party continued to whirl, but Ariel and I swept away to get some food (passing trays of apps and cheese and crackers are not enough to fill this girl). We headed to The Victor Hotel where one of Ariel’s friends was at a huge round table filled with gorgeous people having a tasting selection of everything on the menu. I don’t eat fish so I gorged myself on mash potatoes, chicken curry (YUM!) and of course more champagne (This IS Miami, you know ;)

After we were good and satiated, we followed our new friends up the roof top bar (I spent one of my birthday’s here a couple years ago… so fun!) Errol and Gerard joined us again as we chilled under the clear sky (We never see the stars that clearly in LA. They are always hidden behind our deep smog).

As the evening got later and the crowd started to move on to the clubs, my eyelids began to droop. The guys dropped me at my hotel and I sank into my bed for a good, deep sleep.

I caught a couple rays of sun while I ate breakfast by the pool, then off to the airport and back to the real world. I LOVE Miami!!

Sunday, March 4, 2007

Vegas Baby!!


What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas… Unless you’re traveling with your mother and brother
than there is no need.



Evan, my more fabulous younger brother and I went to join mom in Vegas for a free night at the Bellagio. Mom was performing at a birthday party for some very wealthy Texans and what better place to have a little family bonding than Vegas.

Evan and I flew first class (very fabulous for a one hour flight) and were delivered by Escalade to the sprawling, gorgeous Bellagio Casino. We went to the suite that had the most ridiculously amazing view over the strip (Very different from the view from the $99.00 room at Paris I stayed in last time I was there).

While mom rested up for her show and watched all the movies on the hotel TV (she loves movies!!), Evan and I busied ourselves with food and roaming the casino. I kept him away from the super, expensive high-end stores (That boy LOVES to shop!!)

Turned out the Texans had flown in numerous performers to sing at the party and mom wouldn’t go on till 11:30pm, so we got the idea to cruise by the Christina Aguilera concert for a bit and catch as much of the show as possible before it was time to head back to catch mom (We are her biggest fans, you know!) Josie, mom’s assistant busied herself trying to get us tickets and off we went.

Upon arrival, we were disheartened (Evan totally embarrassed) by our terrible seats behind the stage without any view (but I guess what can you expect when you call to get tickets like 30 minutes before a sold out show).

Danity Kane opened the show (Loose the booty shorts, girls! They have definitely gained a few since their Making the Band days) and Evan and I slid to the end of our row since the house was not yet full, where we could at least see the girls in profile. The Pussy Cat Dolls came on next (They blew Danity Kane out of the water, though I think they were lip-synching a couple songs) and Evan and I snuck on to the floor to get a better view, but were quickly shuffled out of the way and into a side stage area filled with very cheesy fans who had won a contest to have an ass view of the performers (not bad if you want to check for cellulite, but not good on the ears as a speaker totally blew out my ear drums ;)

Evan was mortified by our new location and wanted to leave. He is way too fabulous to hang with the contest winners. I on the other hand just wanted to watch a little of Christina and I’m so not worried about what other people think about where I stand. (I know I’m fabulous!!)

Christina came on with a BANG! Dressed in white and flanked by a bunch of hot dancers. She is am amazing performer. Sadly we could only stay for a couple songs before rushing out the back to our waiting car and heading back to the Bellagio just in time to catch mom transform from sweatpants clad mommy to super sequined diva Diana. She sang from her new album while we sang along, words flowing from our mouths with no effort (Her songs are so much a part of who we are).

As her set came to an end, the crowd howled and basked in her glow as she rushed off to bed (I tried to persuade her to play Black Jack with me! She always wins BIG!) I met up with Tasha and Jason (friends in town from LA) for a drink and some slot machines then headed to bed myself to get some rest for my trip home in the morning.

I hope the Texans had a fun time in Vegas… we sure did!