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Did I say something the other day about a single location? Forget that. They’re running us all over town like usual. Both the CREATURES OF THE WIND show at noon and SON JUNG WAN at 2pm were at SCsquare. I’m loving that place more and more. But then CHRISTIAN SIRIANO showed at the oh-my-gaudy-Plaza Hotel at 4 and last night, ALEXANDER WANG took us out to the old Hamilton Theater on 146th and Broadway. Whew! There was a mosh pit, plenty of beer and hot black catsuits. My girl Lourdis would have loooooved it!
West 39th St. was lit with celebrities Friday morning, hustling into the CALVIN KLEIN show. RAF SIMON’s debut brought out the old guard, Brooke, Lauren, Gwyneth, SJP, and then the new crew, A$AP Rocky and little Millie Bobby Brown. Cute. CUSHNIE ET OCHS at 3pm was slinky and sexy like always. And at NICOLE MILLER’s show, I still hadn’t decided if I was staying at SCSquare for JEREMY SCOTT or dragging across town for JASON WU at the St. Regis. Let’s just say that my final decision was not the right one. Goodnight.
Can you believe it? 70 degrees on Wednesday. And yesterday, the bottom falls out of everything with a freakin’ snowstorm! Welcome to New York Fashion Week FW2017. The cool thing is, many of the shows are in a single location again—SKYLIGHT CLARKSON SQ—just like the old days in Bryant Park. THANK YOU! At 11am, DESIGUAL showed out in Gallery 1. The BROCK Collection calmed everything down at 2pm in Gallery 2. TADASHI SHOJI was in Gallery 1 at 4. And ADAM SELMAN was in Gallery 2 at 6. Of course I couldn’t skip the RAG & BONE party last night even if I wanted to. Day One? Done.
Winona is to FASHION WEEK what fireworks are to the 4th of July. The show might go on but without her it sure won’t be the same. Back in the day she was in such high demand on the catwalk that designers were known to adjust their show dates to work around her schedule. And now, as the agency owner with six of the fashion industry’s top models on her roster, they still do! Ah…it’s nice to be on top. But it’s hard as hell to stay there.
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Industry chitchat all over town is not about the snowstorm. It’s Princess Bee signing with me. Winona, Inc. Her Instagram pics showcase our entire day on Wednesday, including shots of us backstage with the cast of HAMILTON. My competition took her out to lunch, maybe dinner, and made her an offer. That’s it. I got her on the catwalk, took her to a hot Broadway show and yeah, she even got laid. They whine about my so-called advantages? Well, that’s tough, bitches! I can make things happen. And sometimes, things just happen on their own. Sorry. Not sorry. Later, darlings. It’s FASHION WEEK!
Bee and her long-legged friend are rearranging their clothes as they emerge from around the corner. I should have known. I snatch her up—no questions asked—and dash for the exit. My car is waiting and shock of shocks, we make it across the river to R & B’s showroom before 6. Fashion Week starts tomorrow and the place is crawling with models. But there’s a no-show. I suggest to Marcus that he use the princess instead. Bee almost wets herself as he looks her over. “She’ll work,” he smiles. Then he bows and kisses her hand. Eeeyew. Where were those dainty little fingers an hour ago?
Time flies. It’s after four o’clock and we’re due back in the city at 5 for the RAG & BONE fittings. Marcus Wainwright is a fellow Brit. Bee will be tickled to meet him, I think. But where has she disappeared to? Stepping over bricks, fallen plaster and other undistinguishable shit—in my new suede boots!—I’m calling her phone, shouting her name and trying not to go off the rails. I’ve heard way too many dismembered-body-found-in-waterfront-warehouse stories NOT to be a little shaky. But wait…I hear something…
Bee is stoked as we ferry across the Hudson to watch Lourdis rehearse with the band. Inside a semi-abandoned warehouse, Elle Fanning and Miguel are here, braving the meh reviews from their new movie with Ben Affleck. They bought along a posse. Whew! Glad I ordered lunch for 25. Elle, it turns out, follows Bee on Instagram and recognizes her right away. I’m in awe. The princess is ballin’! She’s snapping pics and grinding to the music with some long-legged boy. I can see the lump in his pants from here.
Bee is wearing a customized Prince t-shirt by eoe | wear | ever
Traffic is a special kind of hell around 56th and Fifth—white house north—and that’s just the way things are going to be. Until the impeachment. The princess is waiting for me down the street at the Peninsula Hotel. She wants to go shopping and I know the perfect spot for her. At Kirna Zabete on Broome St., we walk in and—like a miracle—guess who happens to be there? Will and Willow Smith. Right?? I share my mission with Will and like a pal he goes into Daddy-mode, assisting Bee in selecting an outfit and taking selfies while Willow watches, blankface. Almost.
Princess Bee is tall, long-limbed and lovely, with a juicy family scandal that gives her a lot to work with. The illegitimate daughter of royalty, baby Roberta was raised in seclusion along the English countryside, tucked far away from gossip and the nosy press. But eighteen years later, Bee doesn’t give a shit about gossip or the press. She’s a popular Insta-girl with a following of four million-plus and, ready to expand her brand, she’s coming to NYC unescorted to scope out and meet with the hottest modeling agencies. Mine included, of course.