Autumn in New York
Overlooking Central Park from 5th Avenue in the 60s. 11:45 AM. Photos: JH.
The thrill was not on first-nighting but frankly on the Presidential election which at the moment of this writing (just after midnight on 11/3), it’s still very much up in the air.

Dennis Basso and Marjorie Raein
I started out the day at Mix where Debbie Bancroft, Marisa Noel Brown, and Marjorie Raein were giving a luncheon and a presentation of the Dennis Basso Fall/Winter collection of furs for about a hundred of their friends. JH and the Digital and I popped in for some pictures and to get a lay of the land. There was a small, chic goodie bag at each placement. Speculation as to its contents were ended when I put my hand in one and felt something soft and furry. Maybe a muffler for those cold winter afternoons along Fifth Avenue? A rabbit-y keychain? I couldn’t be sure. One year it was a little faux mink pillow which was very luxe and which my dog Missy made short work of.
Jill Roosevelt and Marjorie Raein
Beth DeWoody, Carol Holmes McCarthy, and Susan Magrino
Lisa Jackson and Helen Schifter
Marisa Noel Brown
Hilary Geary
Caroline Hirsch
Joy Rosenthal
L. to r.: The tables at Mix; Alex Lind.
 
Judy Licht with Jeffrey and Linda Chodorow
Debbie Bancroft and Patty Raynes
Michael Cominotto and friends
Kate Allen
Alexandra Kotur and Kalliope Karella
Francine LeFrak
Kristina Stewart
Somers Farkas
Zani Gugelmann
Alexandra Kotur, Michele Herbert, and Denise Wohl
Nina Griscom
Carol Holmes McCarthy and Sara Ayres

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Julie Dannenberg, Pamela Gross, and friend
Serena Boardman and Nazanin Smeets
Scott Currie and Bettina Zilkha
L. to r.: Gigi Mortimer; Natalie Leeds and friend with Celerie Kemble; Michael Musto.
Andrea Stark
Joanne de Guardiola, Marshall Heyman, and Jamee Gregory
Denise Wohl with Jeffrey and Linda Chodorow
After our photo-op we went down to Michael’s which was jammed with the talkers and the movers and the shakers. I had lunch with my old friend Emilia Saint Amand whom I first knew years ago when in another incarnation I had a business up in Pound Ridge, New York and she was a customer.

Looking across the room in Michael’s I saw political pr guru Ed Rollins, Joe Armstrong with Eden Collingsworth, Peter Brown, Dominick Dunne, Lloyd Grove, the new columnist for the Daily News; uber-editor Alice Mayhew with uber-agent Boaty Boatwright, Chris Meigher of Quest; Elihu Rose with Laura Pomerantz, Simon and Schuster publisher Rob Weisbach, author Pamela Keogh, Barry Wishnow, Ed Bleier, Dick Danziger; at the big round table in the bay, Tina Brown with Liz Smith, Holly Peterson, Sarah Jessica Parker; literary publicist Lynn Goldberg, Peter Gregory with his filmmaker brother Andre (producer of the classic “My Dinner With Andre”), Candy Pratts Price, Court TV’s Henry Schlieff, and veteran starmakers Jerry and Eileen Ford.
The operation behind Michael's: Loreal Sherman and Nicole Kovacs
DPC and Emilia Saint Amand
The talk around the restaurant was about the news that someone in the room shared from one of the major network anchor’s office that “Kerry’s got it,” claiming that through various swing states, including Ohio and Florida,” Kerry was already the winner; that “it’s going to be an early night and not even close.” All kinds of excitement added to the conversations around various tables. New Yorkers in the know tend to believe anything they hear given the right locale and set of circumstances. It was, obviously, several hours later before they got to see that they couldn’t believe everything they hear. Or anything.

Media people — and Michael’s clientele are nothing if not media people — because of their glorified access to the corridors of power (and therefore the corridors of gossip), they are the most gullible of the lot. Once again I am reminded of that Paul Simon line (from “The Boxer”), A man believes what he wants to believe and disregards the rest.

Early evening I went over to Hank and Mary Rodgers Guettel
s penthouse apartment on Central Park West overlooking the Park (and the Upper East Side) where they had lots of family members and friends in for buffet and election watching. (In one of the viewing rooms, a group was watching Jon Stewart.)

I stayed at the Guettels until about ten and then moved down to the Palm restaurant on West 50th between Broadway and Eighth Avenue where film mogul Harvey Weinstein and cosmetics mogulette Georgette Mosbacher were having a “bipartisan” election night party. You’ll have to guess which was which, although you might remember that Georgette’s last name comes from her marriage to a former Republican cabinet member. The Weinstein-Mosbacher shindig had all the earmarks of a major New York media-sorta-social-whirl affair. I was told not to bring my camera because “some of the guests” might not like it. As in, yeah sure – this crew is addicted to the camera, in front of or in back of. And furthermore Patrick McMullan’s boys had infiltrated anyway. Nevertheless JH and the Digital didn’t come along, so ...

There were still scores, maybe hundreds when I arrived
at this newest addition of the fabulous New York (and L.A.) steakhouse. On entering, I saw Mr. Weinstein at the bar talking to Mr. Bernstein (as in Carl – the other half of Woodward and Bernstein), the Bernstein fils, Jacob; and then it was everybody you’ve ever seen on NYSD including the beautifully ebullient Felicia Taylor, Tina Brown, the Manhattan media queen mother and her Sir Harry, Celerie Kemble and her swain Boykin Curry who were already on their way out, Joel Siegel, George Rush of the Daily News; somewhere in the crowd, his employer Mort Zuckerman, Richard Johnson of the Post with Sessa von Richtofen, Chris Wilson (also of Page Six), Debbie Bancroft, George Gurley, Braden Keil, Joanne and Roberto de Guardiola, Maer Roshan who’s re-launching his Radar Magazine next spring, Angela Rich who came with her old bud Caroline Hirsch, comedy impresariess, Madame Mosbacher with the red tresses floating through the crowd; her sister Lyn Paulsin, Amy Fine Collins, Jill Brooke. About quarter to twelve, it was time to leave.

Outside on this fair autumn night, just a block from Broadway, there were still occasional clusters of the crowds coming from the Great White Way. Nothing in our future had been decided and many of us were going home to wait, as I wait and file this column ..



November 3, 2004, Volume IV, Number 169
Photographs by Jeff Hirsch/NYSD.com

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