Hyacinth Cornelia Heinemann is a baby too élite for one of those inane baby’s-first-Facebook pages. No, her parents decided to set her up with the ultimate social advantage–a Patrick McMullan profile. The society photographer dropped in on baby Hyacinth’s first birthday party this weekend (a perusal of daddy Jon Heinemann’s McMullan page indicates that they’ve gotten snaps from brother Hudson’s fifth birthday, as well).
It’s Monday morning, and we’re recovering from the jitney ride back, so we’ll self-soothe with pictures of a socialite baby interacting with a man in a giraffe suit.
Bonjour, New Yorkers! Over two hundred years ago on July 14, French citizens stormed the Bastille prison, fighting for their independence and ending the French Revolution. And in a year where U.S. and Canadian French expats for the first time will be represented in the National Assembly of France (by a longtime New Yorker no less!), we are more excited than ever to celebrate le quatorze juillet with our French friends.
How will we cope without fireworks or military parades, like the one that wraps around the Champs-Élysées every year? Champagne and pétanque, obviously!
The long weekend of parties kicks off tonight, and below the jump are our five must-dos for the big French to-do.
As Seen in SCENE
This is going to be the last interview I ever give,” states Alice Mason, “so please make it nice.” She is a woman used to orchestrating things, and at 85 years old (until now she has always fibbed about her age by 5 years), she arrives for lunch at Bella Blu, still quite fashionable in a black cashmere cardigan, black Armani slacks and a black patent leather Chanel bag, enlivened by a boldly colorful Hermès scarf. “I don’t deprive myself,” she smiles.
While cherry blossoms line the streets and the crowd at the restaurant’s café spills onto the sidewalk enjoying the April weather, Mason reveals her plans to be a shut in. “I have scheduled a lunch this Wednesday at La Grenouille; that will be my last time out,”
Last night’s Fishermen’s Ball at Pier 60 on the Hudson saw a host of celebrities paying tribute to Robert F. Kennedy, Jr.’s Riverkeeper clean-water charity–including the Greek blog magnate Arianna Huffington. After Ms. Huffington handed off her business card to a conversation partner (oh, to have that direct dial!), we asked her if she was Read More
Isaac Mizrahi munched on an hors d’oeuvre (“I never waste an opportunity for a pig in a blanket”) and gushed to us about the virtues of his dog Harry, as well as of dog-ownership in general. He was the emcee for the ASPCA Bergh Ball last Thursday, but the guests of honor were a pack of dogs up for adoption.
They strutted across the marble floor of the Plaza’s Grand Ballroom while women in little black dresses held the ends of their stylish neon-orange leashes.
“Let me tell you, as a single girl- are you single? A dog is a man magnet!” Mr. Mizrahi said.
“Have you met my friend, the fern?” said a woman in a fur coat to her friend, stroking the potted plant by the entrance to the room at the Tribeca Grand where Jarvis Cocker was DJing. The line was short, but ever expanding, and everybody was getting antsy. Supermodel Fatima Siad and her date walked delicately to the front of the line amid waves of irritation.
We made it inside just as Mr. Cocker was stepping off the stage. Pictures of Kurt Cobain in his famous white-framed sunglasses covered the fall wall, and rainbow spotlights lit the room. Tennessee Thomas was next on the turntables, and her whole set was inexplicably devoted to music from the 1960’s (perhaps because of Kurt’s mod glasses?). Nearly the entire soundtrack to Dirty Dancing was played.
Sleep No More, the best silent, Eyes Wide Shut interpretation of Macbeth ever performed, has added an extra layer of WTF to an upcoming performance.
According to an email sent out by the team behind the Emursive/Punchdrunk show, only returning members will be allowed in April 1st for a special “remixed” performance. What does that mean? Who knows! Try to figure out the clues from the photo.
After fans got wind of the response, all hell broke loose.
Disclosure: Scene magazine is a partner of the Observer, though not part of the Observer Media Group.
Last night Scene magazine celebrated their first issue at Double Seven in Manhattan’s Meat Packing District. Amid the low light, flowing vodka and throbbing music, the people behind New York City’s newest glossy relaxed after coming up with Read More