Holiday Highs and Lows

I must say this past weekend was quite a bust – minus one or two high and equally low points…

First, my weekend got started with an invite from a booker representing the model Agynnes Deyn. I will admit, I have never been a huge fan of Agynnes as a model nor as this fictional new “fashion icon”. I regular spot the undeniably pretty and young Agynnes either riding around on her little bike or holding court in front of random “hipster” watering hole/eateries in the hood. However, I have yet to ever see her truly “serving-up” anything out of the ordinary. She almost looks like a bootleg Samantha Ronson. I guess to people who aren’t truly familiar with the evolving hipster movement she might be a bit cool, but to the average “kid-in-the-know”, I would have to say she’s a bit behind the curve. But this is not meant to be an Agynnes bashing session, for that please visit my friends over at FashionIndie (one of my favorite sites on the planet - they are the truth).

While I think Agyness is a very pretty girl - she only has one look - "Deer in Headlights"

Well anyway I get this invite to see Agynnes trying her hand at deejaying over at Club Plumm and of course I am thinking, “Well I guess I will go to “see” her deejay as there is no way she can do any worse than her recent singing debut in London.” After getting by the blatantly racist door person at Plumm (too long of a story to get into during this post – but trust me I will return to this topic at a later date) my friends and I finally made it inside. I was instantly amazed by the random crowd that had turned out to support Ms. Agynnes Deyn’s deejaying debut. It was also at that moment I realized I was there in the hopes I would magically change my slightly skewed view of the hyped-up Ms. Deyn... Boy was I wrong…

A word of advice to Agynnes Deyn – “Never-ever-never attempt spinning records publicly again – You Suck!!! Stick to modeling – at least you have that one pose and blank stare down pat.” I believe the only people that appreciated her spinning were the string of 21 year old dorky pseudo-hipsters that were salivating to catch even the tiniest glimpse of Agynnes and Richie Rich in the booth (I personally love Richie but for some reason that evening I noticed how much he looked like a caricature of Agynnes). The music was so terrible we couldn’t stand it for more than 10 minutes.

Unfortunately I guess we were there long enough for the good folks over at FashionIndie to snap a shot of the back of my head and post it on their site the following morning. I only wish they could have seen the shocked look on my face.

That brings us to the 4th of July. Well every year stylist and fashion guru Patricia Field holds her big “4th of July BBQ.” For many years this used to take place in a secret location in Central Park but this year she opened her home up for the festivities due to the rain and all. As many of you may recall, I worked for Patricia Field many years ago and recently she hosted the launch of the Mal Sirrah collection in her magnificent downtown home.

Pat has one of those rare homes (not an apartment) in the city that as soon as you make it past the threshold you immediately realize you have just entered someone’s wildest fantasy. Personally whenever Pat holds a soiree behind those beautiful rustic gates leading into Le Maison de Fields it immediately becomes a family / class reunion. Patricia Field will forever be the mother / head mistress of an ever growing group of New York City’s most dysfunctional and creative les enfants terribles. (Just in case you ever receive an invite, a word of advice to the cautious: Steer clear of the baked goods - high point - if you know what I mean...)

Check out Pat’s home in this video from my debut show

I spent the remainder of the wet and soggy holiday weekend curled up on the sofa enjoying my “Instant Queue” of Netflix classics with left over Rice Krispy treats from Pat's wonderful BBQ.