Daily Front Row

2012 February 2

Loub-ed Up

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Christian Louboutin, Linda Fargo
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(NEW YORK) The rouge-filled anniversary of the year raged on last night as Louboutin fever bedecked Bergdorf Goodman’s shoe salon in a spray of rosy-hued confetti, an ebullient Linda Fargo playing host, Christian Louboutin grinning and greeting red sole junkies, et al. For some, the crimson hue is a perennial fave, not just when it’s splashed on the soles. “I always need a shot of red—my office always has something red in it,” Fargo explained. “I have to have to have my red lipstick. Always.” Later in the evening, the belle of the BG ball was spotted shimmying in a corner, the glittery bits of confetti glinting off her gams.

So much attention was being paid to the pieds, it felt apropos to delve into matters of the soul. “My soul is solar, because I was born from the light,” Louboutin said.  Mickey Boardman, clad in a sparkly Suno top for the occasion, simply had to snag some mid-shindig shut-eye to pull up his soulful hue. When I close my eyes, I see icy blue—an inviting blue like the Caribbean, not stay-away-from-me glacier blue!” Fargo’s soul: red, obviously. As for Glenn O’Brien? “Ultraviolet, because it’s invisible.”

Let's talk about the dress code for a moment: red was indeed everywhere, per the invite. Ties! Lips! Brogues! Glittery masks, in the case of a couple Christian-adoring gentlemen! The Louboutin studded loafer count hit 11 before your Daily gave up on peering at lads' footwear in favor of snagging a tangy lemon and elderflower vodka concoction. Per usual for BG, all the chic and cheeky touches were in place—cue the faux lipstick kissed napkins and dance floor replete with a thick cloud red balloons (delighting Loub revelers and toddlers alike!).

Over by the table housing Louboutin's anniversary collection, iPhone photo opps abounded as red sole fanatics mugged with the splashy looks. That pill-shaped capsule bag? A) We want. B) So does everyone else, apparently, judging by the amount of fondling action it got last night.

Once the down-escalator situation was discerned, there was that inevitable moment of giddiness that comes from feeling very Night at the Museum. Provided the museum carried RTW confections galore; the Fendi section looked like too much fun had been had by a Loub lover or two’s exit, judging by the befallen red rope or two. Soiree success! 
ALEXANDRA ILYASHOV