But this month, have you checked out Lady Dior's Lady Rouge starring Marion Cotillard and Franz Ferdinand?:
DECEMBER 15, 2009 EVENT AT DIOR:
I’m not completely in love with Dior even though I am gobsmaked, head over heels enamored with John Galliano. The ready to wear lines that are available in stores are watered down versions that don’t at all reflect Galliano’s magicial flare. Yet, the clothes and the people who wear them still make me feel like a pauper.
Last night Harper’s Bazaar celebrated the holydays with an intimate gathering at the Dior boutique on 57th street in New York City.
Veuve Clicquot, macaron cookies and personal portraits by Bil Donovan (for a select few, of course), oh my!
Your reporter: Excuse me, are the portraits for Dior clients only? What about press people?
Dior Marketeer: Well, what press outlet are you from?
Your reporter: In Tandem Magazine.
Dior Marketeer: What’s In Tandem Magazine?
Denied.
As is now considered de rigueur these days, reality TV stars were invited. Alex McCord and her hubby Simon of The Real Housewives of New York City dropped by, which actually helped to enliven the snooty and somewhat lamo affair.
But the waiters were hot and they kept my glass full with champer refills as I gazed at the party mix of upper crust socialites and passholes (less than fab people who crash events) like Shaggy.
Your reporter: hey Shaggy! Last time I saw you was at the Spin NYC (Susan Sarandon’s ping pong parlor) party.
Shaggy: Glad that you remembered me.
While imbibing glass upon glass of champers, I wandered into the jewelry section. A tight corner, featuring beautifully whimsical baubles designed by Victoire de Castellane.
A pretentious and possible passhole: Ah, I saw Victoire in Barney’s the other day wearing Azzedine Alaia and Balanciaga heels.
I promptly walked out and headed straight back to civilization… Brooklyn.
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