BARBARA DE KWIATKOWSKI

An interesting profile of the Andy Warhol's "well-bred it girl", who I'd never heard of.

FROM THE NY OBSERVER:

She said she remembered the infamous blackout of 1977. She was at a friend’s apartment and Studio 54 impresario Steve Rubell came over with “supplies” and they jumped into his Cadillac convertible.

“We had champagne and we just drove around,” Mrs. de Kwiatkowski said. “We drove up to Elaine’s and a ton of people were there, and there was candlelight. It was a very carefree time—everybody was happy, things were not serious. New York became serious after that. It was just really fun, probably because of Studio 54—all I liked to do was dance. I just liked dancing! Believe me. And I used to run out of that place and people were chasing me—I’d be in a limousine or I’d run home. I mean it, and this is kind of important, there were guys—it was unbelievable—running on the sidewalk. And I’m not going to name names, but they’re big-time names.”

What did she make of New York nightlife now?

“People don’t have fun anymore,” she said. “It’s over. I wouldn’t be caught dead in a nightclub.”

WHOLE ARTICLE: BARBARA OF BEEKMAN PLACE

Incidentally, Lady Bunion dj'ed recently at a birthday party at 1 Beekman Place. Just a tad ritzier than my usual crowd. Guests included ALLURE's editor Linda Wells who asked "Who made your matching earrings?" to which I replied "The same fag that made the dress!" (I've been wearing these oversized, fabric earrings a lot lately. Not only do they dispense with the need for the heavy glue-on, crystal kind, they are also so large that they actually manage to slim down my "neck".) Linda seemed to enjoy my little joke, but funnyman Jerry Seinfeld didn't really even give me so much as a nod. Until I ran over and did my spot-on Kramer at The Laugh Factory impersonation--kidding! They only booked me for one hour, before they popped up to the penthouse for din-din. I was certain the well-heeled bunch were walking in nudging their husbands with that :"Honey, what on earth is that thing dj'ing?". I normally bop around a bit when spinning, but I was already a little larger than life (and everyone else in the room) so I alternated between politely perky and the glazed, attentive-yet-not-intrusive look that is required of the help. But I managed to strike a confient pose in my imitation disco-era Fendi knock-off fake fur cape on the way out, much to the delight of the giggling doorman who snapped this pic.

THERE GOES THE NEIGHBORHOOD! BUNION OF BEEKMAN PLACE