2011 July 1
In the latest installment of Sergio Kletnoy's dalliances around Gotham, the Hearst superassistant bandies around compliments with his Real Housewives BFFs, mingles with Beyonce on a talk show set, and gets his Bloody Mary fix (a few times over). Oh, and of course there's a dose of Brit pop in the mix--add some Katy B. to your weekend jams rotation. You can thank Sergio later! And hit up @SergioKletnoy for of-the-moment musings and hilarity from Joanna Coles' right-hand man.
Saturday, 2 p.m.
Just spent $300 on a pair of navy shorts by Dries Van Noten at Bergdorf. I think I may have a problem. MyAmexiscrying.com.
Sunday, 12:30 p.m.
Headed to Tribeca to hang with my friends Kathryn and Christina. First up: THE BOSS’ friend and Rangers left wing Sean Avery’s new restaurant: Tiny’s and the Bar Upstairs for brunch. Good food, but the Bloody Mary? Not so much. Afterwards, we hit a double feature of Super 8 and Bridesmaids. Yes, I know I’m late to the party for both, but I’ve been a tad busy lately. (You think these columns write themselves?!) Minor spoiler alert: I wish I had known that Wilson Phillips reunites for Bridesmaids—I would have gone to the screening months ago. Genius! (“Hold On” used to be my jam!) Following nearly six hours in a dark theater, I was hungry, so we headed to Smith and Mills for the most DELISH burger and a proper Bloody Mary. On my way back, I ran into Zac Posen wearing a tailored black satin suit—he looked like a Ken doll on the way to the altar. My last stop of the day was to my BFF Courtney’s couch for sushi and the BET Awards, which I refer to as "The Trainwreck Awards." Three and a half hours of bad outfits, mediocre performances and misread teleprompters. Idemandarefund.com
Monday, 1 p.m.
On the set of Project Runway season nine with MC’s too-cool-for-school fashion director Nina Garcia. Picture it: I’m hanging out in the dressing room with Michael, Nina and Heidi as they dish about their outfits, this season’s crop of contestants and Michael’s favorite subject, The Real Housewives of New York. (He’s seriously president of the RHNY fan club!) Lucky me: I got to watch the fashion show as it was being taped, and even got to sit in Nina’s judging seat—how f****** cool is that?! Later that eve, I caught the U.S. debut one of England’s coolest new dance artists Katy B. at The Standard's Le Bain. The event was a part of the Steve Madden Music series, and at one point we were pushed out of the best spot in the house to make room for Mr. Madden himself. His pushy publicist nearly elbowed me into the pool. I’d have gone all X-Men on her ass if she’d gotten my new YSL white high tops wet. On my way home, I ran into the most fearless man in fashion: French Vogue cover model, singer, nightlife personality and personal friend, Andre J. He was sporting a Winehouse bouffant and rockin’ a shredded Benetar-meets-Scissorhands creation by Enrique Gonzalez EGR. You’d have to see it to believe it. GiveAndreaTVshow.org
Tuesday, 7 p.m.
In the span of a few hours, I went from sipping champagne at The Carlyle for a swanky Ferragamo reception to the Housewives party (my wet dream) at Bar Basque. My favorite housewife, Jill Zarin, invited me as her guest to the Life & Style party in honor of Countess LuAnn de Lesseps and the debut of her new single,“Chic C’est La Vie”. So there I was, standing on the terrace, nursing a Veuve with my BFF Courtney, chilling with Jill, Cindy Barshop, Kelly Killoren Bensimon and the queen of the night, the Countess herself. For obvious reasons, the blonde trio of troublemakers (Ramona, Sonja and Alex) were not invited, which made the event completely drama-free. Jill’s manager Darren introduced us to LuAnn (FYI, her hair color is now light blond and about four to five inches longer) who looked like a Forties pin-up in a purple sequined mini-dress by Melanie Harris and 5-inch heels that lit up (!) by Nina. I asked her if the hair was real, to which she replied, “Of course, darling!”. Jill was decked out in a brown sparkly dress by Vince. She asked me if I liked it, to which I replied, “Hell yeah, love it!” Jill, you know you can’t do wrong in my eyes! Jill introduced me to Cindy, who looked amazing in a canary yellow mini-dress by Mason. And finally, when I saw Kelly, she kissed me on the cheek and said “I loved the ‘In The Bag' video we did, it turned out awesome!”. Kelly looked statuesque in her white Azzedine Alaïa. As she was leaving, she invited me to an event she was hosting on Thursday. “I’m so there,” I replied without even asking what the event was. The housewives (all of them) are my biggest guilty pleasure, and judging by the packed venue, I wasn’t alone. Getmeaguestspotonshow.now.
Wednesday, 1 p.m.
Got to hang out with one of U.K.’s hottest new dance artists, Katy B. The city was scorching hot, yet I managed to drag Katy and her posse (manager, make-up artist and publicist) to Central Park. We climbed atop a massive rock where I tried to convince her to release “Easy Please Me," my favorite song from her debut album On A Mission, as the first single. The album, a hybrid of dubstep, R&B, house and UK Garage opened at #2 (behind Adele) and has already spawned four Top 10 singles in the U.K. I love Katy’s soulful voice. She’s adorable and reminds me a little of Punky Brewster, only much, much cooler. Make it your mission to download Katy’s album when it’s released stateside in September, In the meantime check out the first single "Katy On A Mission." WhathappenedtoSoleilMoonFrye.biz.
Thursday, 8 p.m.
Off to Kelly Killoren Bensimon’s summer jewelry soiree at Cindy Barshop’s Completely Bare Salon. I’m starving, so dinner will have to be cocktails and hors d’oeuvres. Please god, don’t let me get so tipsy that I end up coming home with anything bedazzled. Dontbedazzleyourself.edu.
Friday, 5 a.m.
Wake-up call: 5 a.m. Mood: grumpy. Destination: Central Park for the ABC Good Morning America concert series featuring the one and only Beyonce. B’s biggest fan and Marie Claire’s fashion closet general, Ashley Afriyie came as my plus one. The park was jam-packed with thousands of fans, some of whom camped out from the night before. We waited for hours, along with Will Smith’s two sons: Trey and Jaden, GMA’s Laura Spencer, Sam Champion, Robin Roberts and B’s army of followers. Beyonce finally appeared on stage. Her hair was blonder then ever, she was dressed in a yellow minidress and five-inch gold heels and sounded spectacular. The rays of sun lit up her beautiful face and she gave us a unforgettable performance. I suddenly realized that I am in the presence of true greatness, someone who has become the voice of her generation. She’s no Madonna, but pretty high up there. I’m officially a major fan. (Don’t worry Madge, you’ll always own the top spot in my book!) Beyonceforpresident.gov.
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