I'm bringing a friend who looks so much like Lady Gaga, we went around dressed as Ms. Gaga and her entourage--and signed a number of autographs for confused tourists--for her birthday. Tonight, she's wearing a long dress and monocle. I'm wearing vintage wool houndstooth.
They'll either kick us out before I can show a membership card (won in a lottery) or comment on how nice it is that young people like art. (Um, we have eyes, too.)
We shall see. If I'm to suddenly go missing, assume I'm wandering around Sutton Place, disoriented by the vast accumulation of pretty things. And snow.
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Have fun!
Thanks! :)
A monocle is the height of classy fashion. Have fun!
Awesome. Rubbing elbows with the rich and famous, GK--it's always how I pictured you.
I'm thinking that if your friend has a monocle, you should carry opera glasses (the kind with a little handle).
Have fun!
Houndstooth? Capers? Good cheese? Dancing around, alone, with an i-pod? If I were one to use, er, understand, scientific method, I'm pretty sure I would be deducing this: we're related. At least on some cosmic level.
I don't think anyone famous was there--but there sure were a lot of men who looked like Henry from Ugly Betty!
The house was great. It was originally built for a spy in the late 1950s, so the top floors had no windows. The downstairs is just as it was--one of the very first houses in the modern style, and apparently it's been in a lot of coffee table books (some of which were laid out on their very modern table).
It was weird, though--they literally let us walk into every room in the house, including the master bedroom and their daughters' rooms. We spotted a golden retriever puppy in a cage, and then a girl at a desk--she was probably twelve or so--told us, as if it was totally normal, that we could come in. Not sure how they raised such eerily well-adjusted preteens, but they did.
We were starving, so my friend and I went right for the crudites and massive piles of cheese (brie, goat, something crumbly and like goat, smoked gouda, swiss) and probably broke many rules of etiquette, we were so hungry. Then their older daughter started asking my friend about her tattoo. I could just picture it: the parents, the next day, saying, "And those two awful girls ate all the gouda! And then they told our Gracie to get a tattoo! BAN THEM FROM THE MUSEUM!"
To clarify: it now has windows--many of them!--including an upper level with a ton of skylights, a huge terrace, a glass floor, and a sound-proof "media room" with instruments and two floor-to-ceiling shelves of books--with those big ladders that slide.
That girl was probably used to art galas, what with art-savvy New York parents. It's an interesting way of maturing and growing up!
I'm so glad there was a lot of cheese. You can never have too much cheese. I hope they had capers, too. ;)
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