SORRY! A QUEEN TRUMPS A COUNTESS!
BUN-BUN WITH THE REAL HOUSEWIVES OF NEW YORK'S COUNTESS DE LESSEPS
Ran into The Countess from that HOUSEWIVES OF NEW YORK "show" on Bravo. (My mom and sister are housewives and I love them both. But why, oh, why are we making or watching shows about housewives? I'd rather watch a reality show about homeless people.) It was last weekend at a book signing for Simon Donan's new book ECCENTRIC GLAMOUR at the East Hampton's Elie Tahari boutique. Elie is drop dead gorgeous, and her adorable kids warmed up to me once they realized that I wasn't an eccentrically glamorous real woman. The little boy kept shoving a playing card in my face--I assumed from some game--but apparently it was his way of letting me know that he's realized that I was a man! The notion excited him considerably. Hey pal, call me in 15 years! OK, make it 10. Hee hee!
THE TAHARI FAMILY
SIMON'S HUBBY JONATHON ADLER, LIBERACHI, AND SIMON DOONAN
Simon sold 200 books, booze flowed and everyone was happy! These images were yanked from NEWYORKSOCIALDIARY where there are tons more pics. In a towering bouffant and a mini-cowftan from London's Camden Market, I think I summed up eccentric glamour. One salty old Hamptons broad asked me, "How's the show going, Harvey?"--a little HAIRSPRAY joke.
My dj booth was in the window smack dab in the middle of the front window, so I naturally hammed it up for the well-heeled passers-by. Honey, this 'ho know how to work a corner! (Thanks, mom! You taught me well!) I'm sure the Hamptonites were all thinking "This is the kind of NYC trash we pay a fortune to get away from! I guess that makes me a bit like the hijras, those transvestite eunuchs of India, who show up at weddings and other family occasions and sing until they are paid to leave!
HIJRAS--DON'T THEY LOOK FUN?
Well, since I was working a double, I was not yet ready to leave, and a car swirled by to whisk me to the home of The Corcoran Group's CEO Robbie Browne, where I was to dj his 60th anniversary bash. I hope I'm that much fun when I'm 50, much less 60. The crowd included neighbor Elaine Bracco of THE SOPRANO's fame and every single fag in the Hamptons. Robbie has not yet switched to digital cameras so I don't have any pics, but the energy was magic and I held court high above the madras short-wearing set twirling to tunes (Robbie loves disco) from COME TO ME to BORN TO BE ALIVE. Then I got to ride back to Manhattan with the hunky cater waiters. I passed out, and was very dismayed that none of them even tried to rape me! The noive!
Ran into The Countess from that HOUSEWIVES OF NEW YORK "show" on Bravo. (My mom and sister are housewives and I love them both. But why, oh, why are we making or watching shows about housewives? I'd rather watch a reality show about homeless people.) It was last weekend at a book signing for Simon Donan's new book ECCENTRIC GLAMOUR at the East Hampton's Elie Tahari boutique. Elie is drop dead gorgeous, and her adorable kids warmed up to me once they realized that I wasn't an eccentrically glamorous real woman. The little boy kept shoving a playing card in my face--I assumed from some game--but apparently it was his way of letting me know that he's realized that I was a man! The notion excited him considerably. Hey pal, call me in 15 years! OK, make it 10. Hee hee!
THE TAHARI FAMILY
SIMON'S HUBBY JONATHON ADLER, LIBERACHI, AND SIMON DOONAN
Simon sold 200 books, booze flowed and everyone was happy! These images were yanked from NEWYORKSOCIALDIARY where there are tons more pics. In a towering bouffant and a mini-cowftan from London's Camden Market, I think I summed up eccentric glamour. One salty old Hamptons broad asked me, "How's the show going, Harvey?"--a little HAIRSPRAY joke.
My dj booth was in the window smack dab in the middle of the front window, so I naturally hammed it up for the well-heeled passers-by. Honey, this 'ho know how to work a corner! (Thanks, mom! You taught me well!) I'm sure the Hamptonites were all thinking "This is the kind of NYC trash we pay a fortune to get away from! I guess that makes me a bit like the hijras, those transvestite eunuchs of India, who show up at weddings and other family occasions and sing until they are paid to leave!
HIJRAS--DON'T THEY LOOK FUN?
Well, since I was working a double, I was not yet ready to leave, and a car swirled by to whisk me to the home of The Corcoran Group's CEO Robbie Browne, where I was to dj his 60th anniversary bash. I hope I'm that much fun when I'm 50, much less 60. The crowd included neighbor Elaine Bracco of THE SOPRANO's fame and every single fag in the Hamptons. Robbie has not yet switched to digital cameras so I don't have any pics, but the energy was magic and I held court high above the madras short-wearing set twirling to tunes (Robbie loves disco) from COME TO ME to BORN TO BE ALIVE. Then I got to ride back to Manhattan with the hunky cater waiters. I passed out, and was very dismayed that none of them even tried to rape me! The noive!
posted by Lady Bunny at Friday, July 25, 2008
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