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Doing
the hula in Central Park.
Monday at 5:15 PM. Photo: JH.
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First
night. Warm, almost humid. The day after Labor Day. New York
is back in town. At 7 o’clock we went down
to Pucci, their new store on the corner of 55th and Fifth where
there was a crowd outside waiting in line by the girls with the
clipboards holding the guest lists. There was a moment, an hour,
a week, a month, three, almost four decades ago when the most fashionable
women in the world on a summer’s night (or often sunny day)
were wearing those colorful signature prints. Sexy silk dresses
spelling hip and cool, spilling sun-kissed breasts. They’re
back. And it was a mob scene.
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Jamee
Gregory outside of Bergdorfs on her way to Pucci
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It
was the first night back in New York, summer’s over, Lulu’s
back in town, and everyone was exhilarated. The new boutique (there
are two parts) is in their words (good enough for me) “light,
fantastical and futuristic” with backlit fabric-covered wall
showcases of the famous Pucci prints, the flooring of shiny lilac
quartz and on the suspended racks the entire Pucci collection of
color, color, color.
Some of the familiar faces were making their entrances in the famous
prints. Muffie Potter Aston, fresh off the Leonard
Sterns’ yacht
(The Lady Allison) cruising the Adriatic, was wearing
a three-quarter length Pucci top that belonged to her mother and
looked as fresh and as contemporary as if were made yesterday afternoon.
Debbie Bancroft, now the new, reed-thin, fresh from the hectic
wilds of Southampton was wearing a brown Pucci mini from days of
yore that belongs to her most dependable friend Beth DeWoody who
was wearing her Pucci cling-pants and Pucci earrings. There were
Pucci hats and handbags, shoes, pants, blouses, dresses, jackets,
all Pucci-goochie, all as cool and hip and sexy as they ever were.
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Lauren
Ezersky |
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Gillian Hearst and Annie
Churchill |
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Suzie
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L.
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Fiori; Debbie
Bancroft; Amy
Fine Collins, Mark Gilbertson, and Mary Van Pelt. |
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Pucci
top |
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Pucci hat |
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Pucci Blouse |
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Pucci
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Pucci
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L.
to r.: Patrick
McDonald passes by; Pucci legs; Melanie Charlton and her
Pucci scarf make a blurred appearance
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Pucci full length |
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Pucci
skirt |
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Pucci
couple |
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Pucci shoes |
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Pucci exit |
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Kristin
and Al Gore
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Ashley
Schiff, Lisa Marsh, Dana Schiff, and Diana Petroff
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After
a go-around with JH and the Digital, we exited the squeeze-em-in
emporium cocktail party and took a quick hike up the Avenue to
58th Street, between Fifth and Sixth for a book party at the restaurant
MIX for Kristen Gore and her new book, a first novel, Sammy’s
Hill, hosted by Glamour Magazine and its editor-in-chief, Cindi
Lieve. There were a lot of Pucci prints over at MIX, fresh from
the Pucci party. There were also several members of the author’s
family including her mom and dad, known to the world as Tipper
and Al Gore, and Ashley Schiff, whose brother Drew is married to
Kristen’s sister Karenna. Mrs. Gore, looking svelter than
the world saw four years ago, also now looks young enough to be
her daughter’s contemporary. The former Vice President too
was looking like he’d shed years from his brow.
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Click
on Sammy's Hill to order
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Editor Lieve
introduced the author by telling us how she’d
read the book in manuscript form one night standing up in her kitchen
(Glamour ended up serializing it), and that it was what
her grandmother used to call “a Bronx book” – you “started
reading it on the train in the Manhattan and the next time you
looked up you were in the Bronx.” Ms. Gore, taking the mike
explained that she took up writing as a vocation because she thought
it meant she’d never have to “give a speech,” all
so not true now that she’s begun hawking her novel.
There were a lot of people in the room who’d already read
the book, all thumbs up. the project was the brainchild of producer/impresario Harvey Weinstein who set it up simultaneously for Miramax Books
and Miramax Films. Ms. Gore is writing the screenplay also. Congrats
and kudos for Kristen Gore and Miramax. |
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L.
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Al Gore look on with delight.
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Tinsley
Mortimer and Beth DeWoody
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DPC
and Samantha Gregory
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Ashley
Schiff and Tipper Gore
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