So the other night I went as a guest of a guest to a rooftop BBQ in Chelsea, NY. The building was “godlike”. High ceilings birthed water from their sutures and aquamarine low lighting made me feel like I was striding through King Tridents’ 21st century bachelor pad.
I saunter towards the front desk to inquire about the (physical location) of my party. I am instructed they are regaling on the sundeck.
A group of people obviously going to the party join me in the elevator. Since I’m a guest of a guest, and have never met my BBQ hosts before I assume we’re all going to the same place.
“Are you all going to Anthony’s?” I ask “No…Peter and John’s, I think”.
Hmm, her uncertainty makes me think she’s the dumb one.
The elevator doors open. Down the hall sounds of merry making filter into my moving metal closet from Ariel’s grotto. Okay, I’m headed in the right direction. I reach the threshold. I think to myself:
This might be awkward since you’re virtually non existent to these people on your own. But you’re a social creature so just buckle up, go in there and make some friends! (que ass-slap) Yeah! Here I go!
As I’m shoving the last bite of “Hamburger Cake” into my mouth I’m introduced to two impeccably dressed specimens of the male species. After they express genuine concern for my sub-par entrepreneurial endeavors in New York City they casually slip in their titled occupations. Lead designers for Thom Browne. Holy moly. (You’re eating Hamburger Cake, on top of your already suffering ego from the “Pin-the-Tail-on-Flounder” party crashing stunt you pulled earlier, in front of Thom Browne designers, Carrie?!)
As soon as I adapted myself to the apex of all fashion vortexes standing in front of me I mentioned my anticipation for Fashion Week. And what an honor it was to regale in the magnificent collection that these men presented at Paris Fashion Week 2013. They are truly masters of their craft.
Their ability to coalesce iconic men’s and women’s wear into a genetic reformation of men’s fashion is horrifyingly wondrous. The feminine Ruby Red lips contrast the formal masculinity of naval attire. Flawless tailoring mixed with visionary risk make this collection revolutionary.
I have an unspeakable appreciation for the men behind the collection and I am so blessed to have made their acquaintance.