Quote of the Day “You’re no tramp but you’re no lady/Talking that street talk/You’re the heart and soul of New York City…” – Odyssey, “Native New Yorker”
It’s shaping up to be one of those weeks, one of those NYC party weeks when everything’s going on and the air feels electric with something you want to touch but fear that you’ll get burned if you try to hard. Tonight’s the HUNG party, co-sponsored by the House of Courvoisier. Should be fun. Friends and family and colleagues raiding the open bar and dancing to the spins of DJ Ed Levy. Decided I was gonna go simple in the dress department: either a pair of ass- and thigh-hugging Levis with a white shirt and brown Tims or more conservative with a pair of khakis and a white shirt and black shoes. I gotta decide whether I wanna look like an “author” or like Scott. I’ll know by 5 this afternoon. Was thinking of going to a new barber, someone close by, so that I’ll save time getting things together. But then again, maybe I won’t. Might as well trek out to Brooklyn to the guy who’s been shaping me out for months now and stick with what works. I’ll know by 10 this morning.
After the HUNG party, the House of Courvoisier will be playing host to a party for Trace Magazine. Then Wednesday night, the House will feature two more events, a fund-raiser for Hurricane Katrina relief and later, America magazine celebrates it’s hot new Diddy/Penelope Cruz fashion spread shot by the inimitable Peter Lindbergh. Fabulousness reigns. Well, it is fashion week, so I guess that goes without saying. And at the end of the week, an old dear pal of mine, Mr. Emil Wilbeken will be burning up the Bowery with his b-day jam. That should be quite the event. I’ll be in the house.
As for the HUNG party, if you’re there, come over and say hi. And no, you don’t have to bring your key with you. That’s your honorary key to the House of Courvoisier. Cute, huh?