A busy one in New York; A loss of a great lady; and a musical celebration of an amazing life
Last night at The Waldorf for the Rita Hayworth Gala
Yesterday was a beautiful early autumn day in New York, sunny, with temperatures in the low 60s. Lunch at Michael’s restaurant which was packed. Michael’s has long been a popular restaurant but the flurry of publicity in the past several months has definitely left its mark: it is without question the media power restaurant of the moment in New York.

Inside Michael's Restaurant
On today’s roster, including a few legends: Liz Smith with Sir David Frost; one table over, Peter Price, and next to him Marc Rosen. On the other side, Nora Ephron with Jim Wiatt of William Morris, next to them, legendary PR-meister Bobby Zarem, and behind him this writer with Brooke Hayward Duchin, Casey Ribicoff and Alex Hitz. Just beyond: Eileen Ford, legendary founder of the famous model agency; Lloyd Grove, the new Daily News columnist with Alexandra (Allie to her friends) Wentworth; moving on: matrimonial attorney Peter Bronstein, William Lauder with Vanity Fair’s Lou Cona; Food Network creator Reese Schonfeld, veteran rock-n-roller Neil Sedaka; Doubleday editor/publisher Nan Talese, Arthur Taylor; New York magazine columnist Michael Wolff, Gerry Fabrikant of the New York Times, Pamela Fiori of Town & Country, ICM’s Binky Urban with Katharine Harrison, CAA’s George Laine with Sarah Miles; former Marlboro Man, film producer, Chuck Pfeifer, Court TV’s Henry Schleiff, Jonathan Wald, exec producer of "The Today Show"; Peter Brown with Mike Holtzman, ICM’s legendary Sam Cohn, PR veep Leslie Dart; vintage fashion maven, retailer and author Tiffany Dubin; former retailing CEO Marvin Traub, Sony Music’s CFO Rob Wiesenthal, financier Herb Allen, political pundit Richard Cohen with editor Alice Mayhew; Sam Peabody, ICM’s literary honcho Esther Newberg, Joe Armstrong, and legendary celebrity photographer Harry Benson. Oh, and Michael McCarty himself, who divides his time between here and his restaurant in Santa Monica, was also on hand to control this thundering, ravenous herd of info-seekers.

New York lost another, true legend early yesterday when the great doyenne, the founder really of fashion PR, Eleanor Lambert, passed away peacefully in her sleep. Eleanor celebrated her 100th birthday last August 11th at her Fifth Avenue apartment surrounded by scores of friends both new and old.

Eleanor Lambert
Although she had got noticeably frail in the past few months, Eleanor still went to work everyday and often out to lunch, as well as dinner in the evenings. Up until last year she traveled to Europe several times a year, and always once to Germany to take special treatments to assure her youth. Assured she was, for a very long time. She loved her work and had only just closed her office a few weeks before, although she did not quit, keeping five clients.

A little girl (she was no more than 5’2,” if that) from Crawfordsville, Indiana, the New York life was her dream for as far back as she could remember. She came to the Big Town at the beginning of the Depression and got her first toe-hold in her profession promoting art galleries who each paid her $25 a week for her efforts. Her first foray took her to the desk of the famed editor of the Pulitzer paper, Herbert Bayard Swope of the New York World. She proposed contributing a column on art galleries and the art world and he agreed.

In 1940, at the onset of the Second World War and the closing down of the Paris fashion houses, she invented the International Best Dressed List to promote fashion in America. For decades thereafter, the Best Dressed List was a household phrase in America, and women competed tenaciously to be on the List (some men too).

On her birthday, her grandson Moses Berkson showed a clip of a documentary he’s making of his grandmother’s highly esteemed life and career. In an interview she said that she had been drawn to New York from girlhood because it was “a city of ideas,” reiterating that “if you have an idea, you can always find someone in New York who will be interested in it.” (And if you couldn’t find someone for that idea, you could always “get another idea,” she added.)

Unlike most people in her (or any) profession, she never, ever, tired of her work. It was always a mission, and always accomplished. I met her only fifteen years ago, and after that she called me personally dozens of times to pitch an idea for a client. These calls were always followed by luncheon or dinner meetings of introduction and discussions to benefit everybody involved.

She was never high pressure, but had what they used to call stick-to-it-iveness. Matter of fact, gentle-voiced, always obliging with assistance, she was always generous (and sympathetic, never intolerant) in her recollections of the paths she crossed with the rich and the famous down throughout the 20th Century. She was a One And Only, patrician in her American Midwest demeanor, a solid gold example of How It’s Done, and we won’t ever see the likes of Eleanor Lambert again. May we all be as blessed.

The world first heard about Peter Allen, the Australian pianist/singer somewhere around the end of the 1960s when Judy Garland, having “discovered” him and his “brother” (their act was called The Allen Brothers) on a tour of the Far East, brought him back to the States as her “opening” act for her concerts and soon thereafter he married her daughter Liza Minnelli. And for the next few years, that is how he was mainly known to the public – as Liza Minnelli’s husband. And then ex-husband.

Outside the Imperial Theatre

Then in the mid-1970s, having broken up the “brother” act (they weren’t), he acquired a manager named Dee Anthony here in New York and put together a nightclub act of his own. The “new” Peter Allen opened at the Copacabana, then the remaining hot nightclub in Manhattan (it was at 14 East 60th Street where the Nicole Farhi store stands today), and knocked ‘em dead. Studio 54 does the Copa, and vice versa.

Boffo” was Variety’s review. Overnight stardom. After that came the gold record album, a sold-out Radio City Music Hall concert and a major nightclub career.

During that rush to the neon stratosphere also came a successful songwriting career (Olivia Newton-John had a huge hit with his “I Honestly Love You;” Sinatra recorded him). Allen also began an open relationship with another man (a contemporary) who was also guiding his career. The rise to fame and fortune was meteoric. The openly gay relationship was, as it remains today for many in show business (and elsewhere), no small matter, and a courageous move. It was also, it turned out, the beginning of the end. Of everything. One of those show-biz stories that drive the legends.

And twenty years after the premature death of this great rambunctious, rock-and-rolling entertainer, comes the Broadway musical of his life (and songs).

I saw Hugh Jackman play “Curly” in Rodgers and Hammerstein’s “Oklahoma” in London about five years ago. It was the first time I saw a “real” Curly in that show. Young, handsome, full of himself, and (rambling) testosterone. With a beautiful legit baritone voice. The next thing I knew he was a movie star.

Brooke Hayward Duchin and Doug Cramer

Thursday night that same man, also a boy from “Oz” (or, Australia) was Peter Allen on the stage of the Imperial Theatre and he brought down the house with whistles and shouts and stomping and standing ovations. It’s a fabulous show with a star who is not only a great singer but a great dancer and a great actor. And the voice while still strong and full is not Curly’s legit baritone but now a belting, pop, mike-oriented voice, the voice of Peter Allen.

If you never saw the original, even never even heard of the original, Hugh Jackman will show you the way. The story includes, of course, his discovery by Judy Garland and subsequent meeting and marrying Miss Minnelli. The two actresses who play those roles, including the singing, narrowly and brilliantly skirt by impersonation while strongly suggesting both high profile public personas.

I was a guest Thursday night, of Doug Cramer, the hugely successful producer of TV’s “Loveboat” who was also production partners for years with Aaron Spelling out in Hollywood. Together the two men were a veritable studio of highly popular and successful TV and movie production.

Several years ago, Mr. Cramer, having taken a breather from his production activities, moved East with his vast and now famous contemporary art collection and his boundless enthusiasm for all things cultural, theatrical, and social.

Now New York’s his home and he’s here to stay. He’s also one of the star’s of Manhattan’s social terra firma. His invitations are a well-known treat, for he always brings together an interesting and eclectic group of people and always shows them a good time. And a good meal – after the show we were all transported up to Swifty’s for a dinner hosted by Doug and writer Hugh Bush.

Because he’s been a strong booster of the show and highly regarded for his canniness and acumen when it comes to material, some people think Doug is the show’s producer. He is not. They are Robert Fox and Ben Gannon. Then someone told me Cramer is a backer. Then someone told me he’s not a big backer, or at least not as big as he’d like to be, because there were so many ahead of him who were wild about the show.

After the show the guests were transported up to Swifty's for a dinner hosted by Doug and writer Hugh Bush.

Up at Swifty’s everyone was just coming down, revved up from the celebration that is Jackman’s tour de force performance (he’s the hottest thing on Broadway). Someone said Hugh Jackman would be joining us. Later Doug told me that Jackman never goes out on any nights he’s performing, saving his voice and energy for the show (which demands all of it).

Someone else told me that Liza will not go to see the show (this is a rumor) and no one can figure out why. I can think of one reason: the story is powerful stuff. And it’s very personal about Peter Allen’s life and therefore very personal about Liza’s. And like her mother’s life, there was no rainbow at the end of this one.

I had the original Peter Allen album – I think it was a double album – which I lost somewhere along the way (and would have traded in for a CD by now). I loved his songs. The upbeat where rockin’ and the ballads were heart rending in their own straight-narrative way. And the writer came through: you knew that this was a guy who had a major party-side but also a deep sense of the irony and even tragedy of life, our life. Hugh Jackman brings all that back, and puts it all right before us, up there on the spectacular stage of the Imperial Theatre in “The Boy From Oz.”

Guests of Doug Cramer for the performance of "The Boy From Oz" included: Anne Bass and Julian Lethbridge, Deeda Blair, Cecily Brown and Adam McKewn, Hugh Bush, Sean Driscoll, Ahn Duong, Simon de Pury, Cathy (Mrs. Stephen) Graham, Louise and Henry Grunwald, Bobby Harling, Reinaldo Hererera, Alex Hitz, Linda and Mort Janklow, Nan Kempner, Kenny Jay Lane, Glenn and Susan Lowry, Carol and Earle Mack, Aileen Mehle, Dr. Wayne and Joanne Meyers, Georgette Mosbacher, Billy Norwich, Hannah Pakula, Judy and Sam Peabody, producer Daryl Roth who has two shows opening in the next few weeks, Bobby Short, Francesca Stanfill and Richard Nye, Dr. and Mrs. Charles Steinberg, Bill and Bette Weed, and Cecile and Ezra Zilkha. Joining after the show at Swifty's were Brian Abel, the producers Robert Fox and Brian Gannon, and Brooke and Peter Duchin who'd been over at the Met hearing Renee Fleming in "La Traviata."

Doug Cramer and Robert Fox
Robert Caravaggi and Peter Duchin catching game 2 of the Yankees/Twins series
Judy Peabody and Ben Gammon
Carol Mack and Cathy Graham
Georgette Mosbacher
Deeda Blair and Sean Driscoll
Mort and Linda Janklow
Hannah Pakula
Ezra Zilkha
Glenn Lowry and Simone de Pury
Henry Grunwald and Anne Bass
Julian Lethbridge
Linda Lake and Bette Weed
The Swifty's staff
Bill and Bette Weed
Kenny Lane and Louise Grunwald
Steven Attoe and Robert Caravaggi
Hugh Bush and Daryl Roth
Bobby Short and Nan Kempner
Cecily Brown and Adam McKewn
Hugh Bush and Brooke Hayward Duchin
Billy Norwich
Peter Duchin
Alex Hitz
Francesca Stanfill


Last night in the Grand Ballroom of the Waldorf all these girls and hundreds more got together for a "Magic of Mardi Gras" ball, the Alzheimer's Association/Rita Hayworth Gala. What a party it was! More with lots of pictures on tomorrow's Diary.
Muffie Potter Aston, Walter Fischer, and Princess Yasmin Aga Khan
Ivana tells DPC, "Say sex when
you smile for the camera!"
Allison Stern and Cornelia Bregman
Denise Rich, Lucia Hwong Gordon, Dennis Basso, Nurit Kahane Haase, Denise Wohl, and Andrea Stark
Dr. Karl Wellner and Deborah Norville




Photographs by DPC & JH/NYSD.com

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