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| Page 2 SAT. That was you at Jeffery Jah/Mike Williams' Art Of Photography jam outbidding me on that Arnette Aurell print, right. Well not all of us are as shrewd as paparazzo Patrick McMullen who said he would only contribute prints to the auction if he was given $1,500 in bidding credit. I spent the night trying to unravel the reasoning behind the concept of Helena Christensen with green hair but she wouldn't divulge. To her credit she just acted as if it were the most natural thing in the world and you know what, in her world, it just might be. Julia Roberts serving committed anti-fashion, sure looked ravishing with not a drop of make-up. But alas, poor unhappy Brandi Quinones did not. She looked like she had the weight of the world on her frail little shoulders as she dragged herself through the proceedings in her floor length party dress. I wanted to just hold her so she could have a good cry but she was with that creepy banker guy who's she's been tacked onto recently and I thought "Leave it alone" The whole flock descends upon Roseland for the Versus, precisely like an invasion of locusts. I don't know but it was so funeral and somber, those black looks crawling up and down the runway, even that committed "nihilist" Pablo Ravazzani had to later confess it looked perfect for NY's cabal of vampiric nightcrawlers. Swept by the flock back to Bond St. for the after-party. Super-paranoid security all but stomps the guests out of the way when Donatella alights upon her admirers for like...10 minutes. You've all heard about Shalom's defense ("Well you haven't had your brother shot down in cold blood") so we won't be redundant. Its sad though that that Cunnan guy has robbed this effervescent family of its joy, and we can clearly see that the Perpetual Versace party of the mid-90's is quite over. Well I'll tell you where the party was at. It was at Michelle Hicks/Ellen von Unwerth's Kit Kat jam. Have you ever wondered what was it about Michelle that earns her such fierce loyalty from the Fashion Pack? Its because she is the certified life of the party. Donovan Leitch (sans wifey Kirsty Hume) and a gentleman friend were there doing this strange harlot dance with Donovan (The Harlot) draping his silky scarf around said gentleman's neck and pulling him closer and closer .Damned exhibitionist. Hip hop maestro Sean Puffy Combs is turning into quite the scene qu..... I mean casualty isn't he. I wish his boyz could have seen him dancing onstage amidst a flock of models and dousing them with Krut. I don't know what got into Carolyn Murphy but she decided to give pole dancing a spin with truly chic results. What else ...Amber crotch bumping with Shalom (as usual). Nur Khan glowering magnificently, the newly goth-rock Amy Wesson glowering with even more magnificence, Ellen von Unwerth graciously holding court. And a very imperious Natane in a bizzare bikini top with matching skirt acting so shady she could have given Naomi a tan. It was quite fabulous.
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| Trying to unravel the reasoning behind the concept of Helena Christensen with green hair. Photo by Steve Azzara. |
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