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!!

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!

New York, NY

New York Socialites are like Hollywood’s young Celebs. They shop at all the hottest stores; frequent all the hot spots of the moment. They are gossiped about on Page six, dressed by designers, followed by paparazzi. BUT the difference is it’s a whole other world based on money (Not earned, but inherited), status and good looks (LA is all about new money, talent and celebrity… and of course good looks help too :)

www.socialiterank.com is this fantastic gossipy website (like Perez Hilton or TMZ only focused on NY Socialites, not celebrities) that weekly ranks New York Socialites. The girls are ranked using four categories to come up with the total power ranking:

• Personal styles and designer relations (1-20 pts)
• Press coverage in major publications and gossip columns (10 pts)
• Appearances and commitment to events (10 pts)
• Hot factor- what makes each of the individuals sizzle with personality (10 pts)

Let’s see how I stack up against the top five…

1) Tinsley Mortimer 44.1 (Famous for nothing, but looking pretty in photos)
2) Fabiola Beracasa 43.8 (Daughter of Veronica Hearst / best friend of number one Socialite, Tinsley Mortimer)
3) Rachel Roy 42.7 (Fashion designer and wife to Damon Dash)
4) Lydia Hearst 42.1 (Model / heir to the William Randolph Hearst media empire)
5) Olivia Chantecialle 41.8 (Daughter of French beauty guru Sylvie Chantecaille)

And me… Chudney Ross!

Personal style and designer relations (1-20 pts) – I think I have style, but sadly NO designer relations. I can ask to be dressed for an event and some may agree, but no one has ever offered to dress me socially.
For this category, I give myself an unimpressive… 5 pts

Press coverage in major publications and gossip columns (10 pts) – Every once in a while someone says something nasty and mean about me on a blog site, but major publications, not yet! I have appeared in the background of some photos, but I don’t think that counts.
For this category, I give myself a sad… 1 pt

Appearances and commitment to events (10 pts) – There is no one more committed to parties and events than me… What I’m lacking is the invites (hint hint… Invite me to your next party!!) If I lived in New York, I am sure I would be more a part the Charity and Gala events scenes because I’m a big advocate of charities and I love any good reason to get dressed up in a party dress. I do make some appearances, but I don’t go out every night or to every party.
For this category, I give myself 4 pts for at least making an effort ;)

Hot factor- what makes each of the individuals sizzle with personality (10 pts) – This is MY category!! I know I have the hot factor! I sizzle with personality. I am smart, witty and fun to be around (If I can’t be my own biggest fan, who else is gonna be ;)
In this category, I give myself a whopping 8 pts!!

That brings my grand totally power ranking to 18!! Which means I wouldn’t even come close to the top 20 listed on socialiterank.com. I venture to guess I rank somewhere in the 200-range. Are there even that many socialites in New York? Very sad!

New York, NY

New York Fashion week was a whirlwind of champagne and goose bumps
(It was F***in FREEZING!)


I was super excited to be asked to walk in the Rolling With Style charity Fashion Show during New York Fashion week. Not only do I love to strut my stuff on the runway, but it was a good excuse to get to go to all the shows and parties… and get my name etched on the infamous Page 6 for the first time.

“We Here… We Here…
THAT Chudney Ross, youngest daughter of Supremes diva Diana Ross, will model in the Rolling With Style fashion show Feb. 6 at Cipriani 42nd Street to benefit women's spinal cord research.”

So off I went via Jet Blue (You cant beat the cheap flights and the TVs in the seat! I watched The Real House Wives of Orange County marathon and the Super Bowl half time show!) leaving the warm, sunny California day behind and arriving to below freezing temperatures. Brrr….

Not every designer would seat me (Chudney Ross, who?) So I only went to a couple shows of designers with heart for a girl trying to make it…

Nanette Le Pore - Where pretty dresses stalked the runway as I, in a borrowed strapless number that nearly turned me into an ice cube, snuggled in the front row next to a cashmere clad Carson Kressley.

Bill Blass - Where gorgeous gowns for the high-end socialite draped off stick-thin models who glided across the runway. I wore a vintage looking Bill Blass red dress, which I pinned up with like a hundred safety pins (poor man’s tailor) to make it a little shorter and more flattering and sat amongst New York’s biggest Socialites mesmerized by Joan River‘s plastic surgery.

Heatherette - The show to be at this season where Celebrities flanked the front row and I held tight to my seat which I eventually shared with my seat-less little brother Evan. The disorganized mess was glittered with a crazed Wizard of Oz theme. It whisked me into a world far away, but not as far away as the one Britney Spears and Paris Hilton where in… both NO SHOWS on the runway!

The Heatherette after party at Rose Land was a nightmare of squeezing and pushing to get into, but once bracelets where finagled with the help from a couple publicist (Thank You ASHLEY SOUSA for appearing as if from a puff of green smoke from LA to use your PR powers and a little name dropping to get us through the crowd) and clinging closely to new friend, Kim Kardashian (who was being swept through the crowd), we made it inside.

Champagne flowed freely and I filled my mouth with the candies (I’m not usually a sweets person but who can resist pixi sticks and taffy) and eye candy roamed the room shirtless ;) We danced till the Pussy Cat Dolls finished shaking their stuff on the stage then made our way to a waiting Limo (whose? I have no idea :) which took us on a late night tour of New York nightclubs. At 5:00 am (Way past my bed-time) Evan and I finally made it back to the apartment where I quickly passed out (I’m WAY too old for this), but Evan snacked and watched TV till sunrise.

After meetings (my head in a foggy cloud and my eyes droopy) with my literary agent the next morning (yes, on occasion I do some work ;) I happily left freezing New York City behind and boarded my plane back to sunny LA where the bars close at a decent hour and I never stay up till sunrise

Los Angeles, CA

I recently met Kim Kardasian, famed best friend and travel companion to Paris Hilton (New friends are a plus and new friends who are in the social club you want in are even better).

Kim and I emailed back and forth, but could never seem to find a time to meet up for lunch, so on a random Tuesday trip to Malibu (I feel so at peace in Malibu sitting in the sun at the Coffee Bean with an English breakfast tea latte listening to the kids play in the playground that I used to play in as a child) I drove up to Calabasas to meet Kim at her store DASH.

I was more than slightly (and a bit embarrassingly) nervous as I winded up and over old Topanga Road. Re-visiting my geeky past and hoping to be liked, I even checked my outfit and applied lip-gloss as I approach the cute boutique.

All my worries for naught! The door chimed as I timidly stepped inside. My tension subsided as Kim greeted with a sweet smile and a hug. She is striking in person, sexy and gorgeous. (My body looks like that of a twelve year-old boy next to her. Maybe I need to add some curves to get the same sex appeal :)

Shedding my nervousness and self doubt, I warmed as we chatted about…

Family - Both of us have a million siblings who we are very close to. Family is SO important!!

Friends - Most of my childhood friends are on the east coast, which is hard because these are the people I feel closest to and the most myself with. Kim’s childhood friends are Hollywood Celebutantes… Paris, Nicole, Kimberly, etc.

Travel - I love to travel with my mother when she touring. Kim travels with Paris which I’m sure is way more of a party than traveling with my mom… and you know I love a good party ;)

We continued chatting and planning future dinners and parties as I danced around the store picking out dresses (I LOVE TO WEAR DRESSES. They are soooo comfortable and I think I’ve got some nice legs ;) I decided on a cute lacey low cut number by Trishia Fix… And Kim totally gave me a good deal!

In a town that seems so fake and cold… I may have found new BFF!
Watch out Paris ;)