Fashion week is underway in New York, in case you hadn’t noticed
Trotting down Sixth Avenue and White Street. Photo: JH.
Yesterday was a hot one, weather-wise and fashion-wise. Me, I’m a tepid one: I missed the Carolina Herrera show at the Bryant Park tents at ten in the morning. I made it to the Oscar de la Renta show just in time to be seated by Mr. Boaz Mazor, the sales impresario of the Oscar de la Renta line. Someone is going to have to write a piece about Boaz one of these days because he’s a beaut. He’s been selling Oscar’s creations for about three decades (even though he was born just a little over four decades ago according to his “birth” certificate). He knows all the glamorous ladies in the world and they know him. Wherever he goes – Palm Beach, Los Angeles, San Francisco, Dallas, Chicago, London, Paris, Athens, he’s wined and dined by them, and good soldier that he is, he never gets bored. And he’s a fount of information. He knows where all the bodies are buried. And always in their best taffetas, sables, emeralds and rubies.

He’s also responsible for the connection-making in more than one billionaire’s marriage. And the ladies (who are married to the billionaires, as well as a few centimillionaires, and, not to mention, quite a few others who just love beautiful clothes), take Boaz’ word for when it comes to making a purchase at de la Renta. Sometimes they even complain that they buy it only because Boaz thinks they should and they know he’s always right. Poor dears, no? One very soigne international social star when wearing de la Renta and asked where she got it always answers: “from Boaz Mazor.”

Anyway, you get the point. The Oscar show is the top of the top and no matter what the critics might say, Oscar de la Renta’s line is always classy and beautiful.
The lineup
Faye Wattleton
The first three sections by the entrance to the runway at the Oscar show is seated by Boaz with a lot of his clients and their friends. Too numerous to mention. Annette de la Renta was there seated next to her pal Barbara Walters. Melania Trump was there seated next to her pal, Donald Trump. I was between Stephanie Krieger and Carolyn Roehm who once worked for Oscar and later went off and had a very successful couture line of her own.

Across the aisle from this section were the younger ladies (including Ivana and Donald Trump’s beautiful daughter Ivanka). It is always interesting to see the contrast between their way of dressing and the established social ladies. In the past it was noticeable. This year it wasn’t. The fashion is dressier, more pulled together. None of this jeans and cotton top and sandals and I-don’t-care. Well, almost none ...

Sitting next to Carolyn Roehm: she couldn’t get over how slender (skinny is the word) the runway models were. I asked her if she ever missed the business. The design part, yes, at times. The shows, like this, never. She’s about to go on the internet with a business. She's done several books on gardening and flowers and entertaining and her new book will be on wrapping gifts. She’s going to sell all the stuff you need to do it her way (the stylish way) on her own web site. And nowhere else.

I was lucky this year with my little Sony Cybershot 5000. I got a good full shot of EVERY piece in the entire Oscar show.
Annette de la Renta and Barbara Walters
Donald and Melania Trump
The Girls
Luvin' wot they see
Stephanie Krieger and Audrey Gruss
Robin Gerstner and Emilia Saint-Amand
Tory Burch and Jennifer Creel
Lee Thaw and Gaetana Enders

Onto the Show ...
Liz and Jeff Peek gave a “back in town” cocktail party at their Park Avenue penthouse early yesterday evening. There were more than a hundred in attendance including Mayor Bloomberg and his friend Diana Taylor. I would have liked to have taken more pictures but I was experimenting with a new smaller camera whose name will go unmentioned because it wasn’t very good. I did get a shot of the city at sundown, looking south from the Peeks’ terrace.
Looking south from the Peeks’ terrace

From there I went down to the Ferragamo store on Fifth Avenue between 54th and 55th where Massimo Ferragamo and Patrick McMullan were hosting an exhibition from the legendary paparazzi Ron Galella’s new book ron galella exclusive diary.

Massimo Ferragamo and Patrick McMullan
Exclusive Diary. Click to order.

Mr. Galella is the one who drove young Jackie Kennedy (later Onassis) so nuts that she got a restraining order (of sorts) preventing him from getting any closer than something like twenty feet from her with his camera. At the time he seemed like such a pest. All these years later, and now with Jackie O long gone, we have the pleasure of the nostalgia of looking at the beautiful former first lady who’s photo image inspired tens of millions, and we’re so lucky that Ron Galella was there.

I took some shots of the exhibit and of course was struck by how YOUNG these famous faces looked (way back when they were so young). There are a couple you might not even recognize despite their huge celebrity. There are others who evoke tragic memories. All of the photographs remind one of a time when was hardly innocent yet in retrospect seems almost naïve and sometimes even more than a little silly. We were so much more fortunate then is what Mr. Galella’s photographs confirm.

It was a busy party, all on the second floor of the Ferragamo store at 655 Fifth Avenue (where you can stop in and have a look for yourself); lotsa uptown, downtown, fashion-week heavies, Eurotrash, club-hounds and hipsters. Ron Galella wudda had all their pictures by now. Patrick McMullan actually has.

Sessa von Richthofen, Richard Johnson, and Robin Byrd
Wes Ramsey, Bettina Zilkha, and Paul Beirne
Anthony Haden-Guest
Susan Shin
Woody Allen and Diane Keaton
Barbra Streisand
Elizabeth Taylor
Jackie Onassis and Robert Redford
Bianca Jagger and Halston
Shirley MacLaine
Melanie Griffith and Don Johnson
Jodie Foster
John Lennon and David Bowie
Britt Eklund



September 13, 2005, Volume V, Number 155
Photographs by DPC/NYSD.com

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