Sunday, October 30, 2011
We both pack gin and bubbles. He is Richie Tenebaum, post cutting-scene, and I am a Thai boxer. Greeting us in a cab is a graying Miss Liza Minnelli and a Just Dance era Gaga.
Inside is Geri Ginger Spice in Union Jack and Zombie boy, the re-viral living meme and pet of Nicolas Formichetti. Introductions and gossip are followed by four-to-a-mirror primping in the bathroom. The party ends at 11:30 as instructed. We side step to a gay bar.
To Pitbull, where a hairy, shirtless chest of tattoos is the common costume. Give high kicks on the back smoking patio, threaten most with murder. Then slip off a cold street into a cab, the pale shins under a lengthy coat the only sign of a boxer.