Fabian Basabe Hits up the Parties, the After-Parties and the After-After-After-Parties
I have gossip for you. And it is good. I was asked to film an interview for a new project but being busy reporting the massacre it is during fashion week for paper magazine - by far my favorite assignment - I had to squeeze the interview in between shows and, in order to have it easy for everyone, i arranged to do it backstage at the tents in the w suite. Just when I start getting comfortable and ready, a group of madmen and madwomen storm in and take possession of the suite because... ready?... Tyra Banks messed herself and needed to change. Now, let’s break this down: messing oneself should not happen if you are older that 5 or younger than 90. if it happens and in fact you are older than 5 or younger that 90, then it should be one, single, very unfortunate episode which will bound you to be made fun of forever and you can’t complain about it. Now I would like to bring to your attention that Tyra’s people carried a change of clothes for her at NYC fashion week. Hmmmh... could it be that Tyra messed herself before? or just that her entourage is so organized that in case tyra would ever, maybe, possibly mess herself that one time, they have a change of clothes? I don’t know... but all these thoughts were twirling in my mind when in horror I was watching such an abomination, feeling so alone in the world. Meanwhile, everyone is looking at me, to see if i was going to throw a fit because i now have a production crew and no place to shoot. Excuse me please, the suite is great but i think I’m gonna go, you know... Maintaining my cool, I called a friend who owns a nightclub across the street, told him what happened and, in complete disbelief, he opened the doors so, although a little shaken, we were back in business and they managed to take my interview. Later that day, I went to Chris Benz show at the lotus club. Chris is the best, his work is very cool but always with an old school vibe, and he always presents in spaces like that, which increases to max power the potential of his already awesome work. That night, I went to the halston party at the legendary don hill’s, which is one of the original dives! I love dives, but the designer, investors or any huge Celebs did not show..... but who caaaaareeeessssss!!! The food was great, mini burgers and fries! And the cocktails excellent! And, all the bright shiny stars of fashion week showed to light it up and return it to its former glory. It was great. After that, I ran to One Oak to say hello and give a kiss to the beautiful Amanda Mearst, who was there to co host a party with Catherine Malandrino. But... the best party of the night was Joie at the Rose Bar! the best! high energy and great crowd! Everyone was having the best time, especially the Hellers, excellent and highly respected lawyers by day, crazy party super heroes by night, holding court at their power table to the amusement of Alex Von, Andy valmorbida, Brittny Gastineau, Gustaf Demarchelier and Seb Gobi. I really need to point out that events by Vanessa Bismark and by Paul Wilmott are taking the lead this fashion week and rightly, because they are just great and inventive and carefully detailed. Later that night, since I decided I did not have enough yet, so I went to butter for Charlotte Ronson’s after party, mostly because I am friend with her mom... I just wanted to throw this line in there because, besideS being the truth, it just amuses me the way it sounds. and I must say I love Ann Jones.... I joined friends at a table and we danced like maniacs. And then I decided I STILL did not have enough yet so I went to a very cool after hour called upstairs, and you can find it by following the big pink neon arrow pointing to steps that go up to a graphite covered warehouse with a kick ass bar, amazing DJ and lots of models. And, after that, i did have enough.