That SOBE lizard makes me DANCE! Part 1 SOBE Friday party in the West Village

This photo is me at the party
Dude, this one was off the chain. Every Friday this summer there is a party thrown by genius promoters and apparently sponsored by SOBE that made me sit down like I did 10 years ago at Pat Field's birthday and say THIS PARTY IS IT!! CAN I LIVE HERE?? Leda had the hookup as she so often does and got us on a list. Which we werent on when we got there but she totally fixed and we walked right on in to a giant warehouse with movie screens and these gorgeous classic cars being wiped down by short short wearing models.

party Crash tip #9 You have to know someone who has the hookup and hang with them all the time until you earn the status of automatic plus one.

Party Crash Tip #10 even if you do hang with the person with the hookup you need to know the name of the hookup's hookup who put you on the list in the first place and prefereably have their phone number for when the list holder says ummmm no, who are you with. Acting cool, and indifferent with a sliver of indignant usually gets the job done at this point. Drop the name, act like you could give a shit if you do go in, make the call and leave a voice mail. Like, hey i thought you had put us on the list we are outside. If your shoes are nice, usually this is enough to get you in.



The sliders came out then sushi (not pretend sushi which is avocado and cucumber only--no the real kind with fish and everything!) and then some kinda dumpling thing that was delicious. I just sat and looked at the car polishers asses and admired the lamborghini they had somehow gotten into this party. It was an indoor drive in for Spike Lee's joint. Upstairs there were free manicures and pedicures on the roof and a bar pouring sobe mixed drinks all night long like the Diddy-- Ciroc and agave lemonade and pink lemonade mmmm-- and the crowd all looked like the wandered in out of a maxwell video or a commercial for brandy (drink not DUI singer) or some rich people in brooklyn party for angela robinson. You get the idea, lots of hats, and spats and dreds. I looked kinda dorky in black suit with yellow rosary but I passed. DJ Mos was spinning the the door guy Mel, a giant gorgeous movie sar looking bouncer in black suit with earpiece, who knew all about all the parties here. They had Robin Thicke up in here last week. They had cool DJ's. I have to admit if i actually wanna stop eating sliders and dance at 2pm that DJ is BANGIN. This is why we all need sponsors.

Diane Von Furstenberg at Skinny Dip SOHO HOUSE hotness

This was a hot show. First of all who knew that bird kites fromo china town plus bamboo planting poles from 27th st equalled fabulousness sailing down the runway before the models. Me and Leda that's who! I gotta tell you her electrical tape zebra stripes and feather headdress madness was pure couture genius. How oh how do we pull this shit together week after week for a box of tic tacs and a metrocard? The crowd was pretty sexxy i have to say and Michael and Carrie only got slightly paparazzied which of course is totally against the secret handshake NO PHOTOs policy at the house , which i totally get because some people , ahem maybe even people i know quite well, do not need their photo taken at random parties when they are off the grid and lookin at models on rooftops. So yeah, sato and the girls did another pretty brilliant modern dance slash lion king puppet slash performance art turn as pre-show with the fire eating Miss TiffanyValentine cavorting in her teeny tiny little nyphette of an outfit. And then the DVF gorgeousness descended. I like staging fashion shows. I like the drama of the clothes being surrounded by actual drama. We also had on that night the synchro swimmers in the 4 foot pool which is ridiculous but seriously elevates the show. And burlesque of Danger Dame Veronica Varlow doing a really vintage looking sexxy sexxy fan dance. I of course never get to have any fun at these my night mostly consists of running back and forth saying whre the fuck is the sound in the back speakers and who ate the model's food (and oxymoron) and ok, zebra birds, GO! Its like running a drama camp by the pool on the roof. and there is drama. and it is camp.