Last night I hosted a party and a pre screening of SATC2 with my good friends at Moët and Chandon. Unless it's award season or your own premiere, LA dress code is all about casual California and you can get away with a good pair of jeans and high heels even at the best restaurant in town. Not last night... everyone brought their A game... It was FAB!
I have an unfulfilled hat fetish and only got a chance to wear one at the Melbourne Cup races, so I figured when will I ever get a better time? Bring out - the fascinator.
It's not a hat, it's not a hairband, it's not a flower-in-the-hair. It's a piece of art. It's a feathers draped, hand made, glamed up yarmulka . It makes me feel like I live in the olden days of dress ups, petticoats and gloves. Like a proper Dashwood girl, but with equal rights, feminism and Samantha Jones as a legitimate role model in my society.
The party was so much fun, Moët is delightful and playing dress ups with my LA crew is always a thrill but the film.... Well..... Let me just say that the HBO series was better. WWWAAAYYYY better. There is only this much that I can tolorate fashion lines without any story lines. Or wrinkle liens.
Final word - if you're not a huge fan skip the film. If you are - grab the girls and dress up, you might even enjoy it.
Thank you Julia Fitzroy, Brad Goreski, Paula Miranda and Douglas Little for a great night!