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Last
night at The Waldorf for the Rita Hayworth Gala
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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.
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Inside
Michael's Restaurant
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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.
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
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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.
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Outside
the Imperial Theatre
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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.
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Brooke
Hayward Duchin and Doug Cramer
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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.
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After
the show the guests were transported up to Swifty's
for a dinner hosted by Doug and writer Hugh Bush.
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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."
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Doug
Cramer and Robert Fox
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Robert
Caravaggi and Peter Duchin catching game 2 of the Yankees/Twins
series
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Judy
Peabody and Ben Gammon
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Carol
Mack and Cathy Graham
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Georgette
Mosbacher
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Deeda
Blair and Sean Driscoll
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Mort
and Linda Janklow
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Hannah
Pakula
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Ezra
Zilkha
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Glenn
Lowry and Simone de Pury
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Henry
Grunwald and Anne Bass
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Julian
Lethbridge
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Linda
Lake and Bette Weed
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The
Swifty's staff
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Bill
and Bette Weed
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Kenny
Lane and Louise Grunwald
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Steven
Attoe and Robert Caravaggi
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Hugh
Bush and Daryl Roth
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Bobby
Short and Nan Kempner
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Cecily
Brown and Adam McKewn
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Hugh
Bush and Brooke Hayward Duchin
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Billy
Norwich
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Peter
Duchin
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Alex
Hitz
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Francesca
Stanfill
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Muffie
Potter Aston, Walter Fischer, and Princess Yasmin Aga Khan
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Ivana
tells DPC, "Say sex when
you smile for the camera!"
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Allison
Stern and Cornelia Bregman
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Denise
Rich, Lucia Hwong Gordon, Dennis Basso, Nurit Kahane Haase,
Denise Wohl, and Andrea Stark
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Dr.
Karl Wellner and Deborah Norville
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