FASHION EEEK!!!!!!!! BEGINS FOR ME: PATRICIA FIELD - Saturday, 1/3/2009 8:57 PM
“Oh, Anita’s going to write ALL about it!” I heard Patty McMelt say to somebody, as we assembled our rain gear while exiting the Edison Ballroom. Easy for HIM to say! Nevertheless, here I am tap-tapping away in the wee hours on the ol’ Mac (the desktop, not Patrick) in order to please Masser. (Sob) “It” referred to the spectacular spectacle we had just witnessed: “Destination Style”, Pat Field and David Dalrymple’s ROCKIN’ fashion show. It was a regular happening, a be-in, a celebration, a glorious attack on one’s senses, etc., etc. In fact, unlike 99% of Fashion Week offerings, it was FUN! What a brave new concept! Before I go any further, I would like to thank Loren and Christopher for saving my giant ass by seeing that that ass was seated after I was given a dreaded STANDING assignment. “I’d rather go home than stand.” I told Loren. “I swear, I’m not being a Diva or self-important or even passive aggressive.” “I understand.” Loren answered. “Let’s see what we can find you.” “She found me a great seat. Unfortunately, a not-very accommodating gray-haired “gent” not so very gently informed me I had been directed to sit in HIS seat. I exited. I’m not kidding: I would REALLY rather be all comfy, back home, eating junk food in front of my TV than stand at a fashion show. I’ve been around too long to give up my comfort for the joy of watching a bunch of frocks flounce back and forth. Finally, as I was on my way out, I saw the MAO boys, Roger and Mauricio Padilha. And all was made right in the world. Christopher was my next Sheppard, and a good one he proved to be. And I’m so glad everything turned out the way it did because the show was a blast. I had always planned on checking out what the offerings were between Patrick’s pics and TV coverage. I love Pat Field and respect the hell out of her. Always did. And, I was a devoted customer until I realized that I had enough clothes and just stopped shopping. But, this was one event to BE at. I can’t say that about too many things. The mood in the place was so up, happy and positive. Lots of people were seeing people they really enjoy, but see too seldom. On the other hand, I was laughing with my seat neighbor, Paul Alexander, about seeing each other done up in night drag because we see each other just about every afternoon in Chelsea. We are both very much in our day looks when the sun shines. So, this was a sure sign of PARTY for both of us. And what a party it was. People were having cocktails. Everyone was milling about and looking about. Pat was everywhere, greeting one and all. She finally landed in the front row with Lady Bunny and others. Bunny’s bouffant must be spoken of. It defies the law of any school of physics. I believe that bouffant was harboring the missing cast members from “Ugly Betty”. Pat had supervised the clothing for the “Betty” pilot, but didn’t work with them during their LA filming. Now that “Betty” films here, Pat is back on board. I learned all of the above because I interviewed America Ferrara for “BlackBook” recently and America and I bumped into Pat on our way to brunch. Therefore…. …. directly across the runway from Pat, occupying the OTHER front row were Judith Light, Vanessa Williams, Ana Ortiz and Becki Newton. They all looked GORGEOUS. As for America, Eric Mabius and the rest? BUNNY’S BOUFFANT! Gotta be the only reason that makes sense. Well, The clothes and the models were very SASSY ELEGANT. These are clothes made for chicks with ATTITUDE. You KNOW you look good, so go rub it in their faces. Or not. There was something there for everyone. Check out Patty’s photos and look at that red dress and that trench coat and that sequined cat suit that was to DIE for. There’s no reason for me to go over the fashion because you’ll have plenty of ways to check the collection out and make up your own minds. But, make sure you do check it out. By the end of the whole thing, everyone was on their feet and dancing. Everyone was HAPPY and happy to be there. Everyone had a real good time (at least that seemed to be the case to my eyes and ears). And, as we rushed out into the remnants of the storm, the police arrived. Hmmm…guess even THEY are late during Fashion Week. Can’t imagine why they were there for? Overcrowding? Underage drinking? First dibs on that black sequined cat suit? Too much GLAMOUR???????????? May this be a harbinger of this Fashion Week.