Last night, Cipriani 42nd street housed a megawatti AmfAR charity event that was beautiful and inspiring. Under the 80 foot ceilings of the early 20th century former bank, a crowd draped in diamonds and black shmoozed and did what they do at these things.
The revelers included Natasha Richardson, Ed Burns and Christy Turlington, Kenneth Cole, Bobby Shriver, Marc Jacobs, Anna Wintour, Rachel Zoe, Lou Reed, Julian Schnabel, Cheyanne Jackson, Dick Cavett, and Mathilda Krim. And there were more but that's just who I spied. So what happens a lot in that situation is that it is socially acceptable to say "nice to see you again" over and over again to complete strangers that you've never seen before. And ultimately it's so fake and even worse than the truth, which ain't so bad. "Nice to meet you" or "hello" or even just "nice to see you" without the "again" might be better.
The highlight for me was when the legendary Harry Belafonte intro'd Mr. Barry Manilow to the crowd and Manilow broke the hits down. Sitting at a piano, he did the classic showbizzy thing of playing just enough of all of his hits to make you satisfied, but in 10 minutes. He threw us some "Mandy" mixed with "I Write the Songs" and on and on. I gots to say that "When Will I Touch You" made me crazy. Is that song great or was I loopy? His voice is so perfect still. Untouched. He was the balls.
Later I spied Barry chatting with Harry Hamlin and Lisa Rinna. The sight of the 'unique' looking Manilow with the 'unique' looking (in a similarly fug way) Rinna was just the pre-entree motivation to kill my appetite so that fashion week could begin as it should, food-free. Hopefully I won't be confronted with food or fugs for seven days!
I was shocked to hear that the number one killer of African American women between the ages of 24-34 is AIDS. We split the event and headed downtown where the Cinema Society feted Marc Jacobs new documentary with a screening and party at the Mercer. Yes Marc Jacobs was uptown at the AmfAR thing but why get bogged down in red tape, peoples?
We walked into the party and right into Heidi Klum who was in a bright blue fake fur, and the effect was a burst of a big fuzzy blue cream puffed blond Heidi cloud. It is trite to say but she is the most consistently, jarringly beautiful person on this planet. It's just true. She is dazzling.
It turns out that the party was a Bravopallooza.
After Heidi, I ran into another stunner Katie Lee "Top Chef 1" Joel, who told me she'd just had a long chat with reigning "Top Chef" empress Padma Lakshmi who was lounged in the corner. Then I turn and chat with "Queer Eye" Thom Felicia and the subject of a new docu series, superstylist Rachel Zoe. So there were five Bravo superstars loose in the room. I like it.
We chatted with Josh Hartnett for a second and saw Zach Braff and a lot of supermodels, but I don't know if Marc Jacobs ever actually made it to the Marc Jacobs party, which I think is ultimately the coolest. Oh yea Tatum O'Neal is a huge "Runway" fan and thought Ricky's win was sweet vindication. We went deep with our friends Hunter and Perry and Hunter got me thinking that really the way to live life is to have one foot on the ballroom floor and one foot in the gutter. Ain't it the truth?