Fashion Weak continues… dun dun DAHHH!!!
So, last time we spoke, little bunnies, I was wishing Unkle Karl a happy birsday and going off on the “rabbit ears” trend. Well, the VMAs were last night, right smack in the middle of fashion week and I figured I’d give you a quick recap of my fashion week party movements anddd check back tomorrow for a short summary of VMA fashions. Gossip. I give it. Well, not so much “gossip” as just shit that I think and therefore it is valid and readable. Yeah, I’m not so much a Blair Waldorf as I am a second rate Michael K. Right? Ok- let’s begin.
Fashion’s Night out found me at Foley + Corinna first.
Low key and fun, cute clothes and a bar full of all clear beverages and plates of candy, but too many party go-ers who looked like they read Lucky Magazine religiously and not much else. Then it was off to the Patricia Field in store party to support my gay boyfriend Kerin Rose,
whose fabulous design was all over RiRi’s face that night and was a highlight of the event.
The door was a hot mess but inside it was a carnival of amazing trannies and queens, tourists and fashion peeps. Among the notable guests were: Lady Bunny, Kenley Collins (thank GOD there was no chuckable pussy within arm’s reach), the hugely bobble-headed Amanda Bynes, Vince the Sham Wow guy, and Lizzie Grubman with her loudest accessory for the night, her $12 handbag from Canal Street, aka Janice Dickinson. But seriously, Janice is great. Kenley agrees. I heard her call Janice an HBIC just before Janice yelled at me about some earrings and called Kerin “Kathy Lee.” Well played Janice, PS- I love the Orbit Melon Mint gum.
Yeah.
Then it was off to a certain party on the Lower East Side which shall remain nameless. It was God awful and filled with myriad of wackadoos and dicks. The doorman was an amateur and the music was pretty much dismal. Lots of this action.
We left there quickly and quietly and flew over to Beauty Bar for the Pat Field after party. Cazwell and Amanda turned out the jams and everyone involved had a blast. As usual when they’re involved.
Then, Saturday was the pre-VMA party which got shut down just as Sway was entering, T-weed from VH1 was exiting and every person who left said there was no air conditioning and a cash bar. Oh, Time Square. Thanks for your constant fuckery. We left that piece and high tailed it to the NY Couture show and after party which promised to be much chiller.
Plus it was hosted by Frenchie from VH1. Wow.
This is quite the the bottom of the barrel celeb weekend for my little cottontail, if you couldn’t tell. We had fun with the fam and got our drink on. Plus, we looked fabulous in the new pearl A-morir love/hate joints. Get into it. Also, more parties to come and check for that late-VMA fashion chatter you know I have for you.
love. always.
-Pebbles
PS- after just looking at all this I realize this was a pretty fuckin AMAZING weekend. Also, lots of pillowy, man made lips. YES.
