Friday, we headed out for a fabulous weekend of fashion and shopping on Fire Island.
Believe it or not, neither of us had ever been to Fire Island. We fell in love with it in seconds. It really is an incredibly beautiful place.
Our hardworking and very gracious hosts (and friends), Christopher and Mark, who we both met when we moved into our current neighborhood two years ago. Christopher was the very first person to come up to us on the street and ask "Are you Tom and Lorenzo?" paving the way for the hundreds of thousands of tear-stained fans who followed. They put up us, Stella +1, and Emmett +1 at their beautiful house. Friday night they started things off with a bang by hosting a dinner party for the designers and guests.
Stella Barbarella and her friend and assistant for the weekend, Vasilios.
Malan and his friend and assistant for the weekend, Jes. Emmett was sick and wouldn't wind up showing up until Saturday. Bitch always has to make an entrance.
When we sat down to dinner, we did the gay gasp at the sight of ... Jay McCarroll dinner napkins! Cute!
Stella experimented with form and function.
Saturday, the models and Emmett were all due to arrive on the 1:20 ferry, after which, the whole crew was meeting for a pre-rehearsal-and-fitting lunch. We all took a leisurely walk to the harbor to meet the ferry.
Lorenzo and Stella have a moment.
Stella was totally enraptured by the ever-present deer and turned into a soft-voiced 6-year-old girl at the sight of one. Of course, that led to an endless stream of jokes that she just wanted them for their hides.
When Reality Shows Collide, Part 1: RuPaul's Drag Race finalist Rebecca Glasscock was appearing on the island that night. We had zero interest in seeing her. Now, had it been Nina Flowers or Bebe Zahara Benet, we would have strapped on our cha-cha heels and flown out the door in a New York second.
Local Fire Island flora.
Stella bought a peach!
When Reality Shows Collide, Part 2: We ran into The Fashion Show's Keith Lissner along with his partner Paul and their dog Dorothy. Very sweet and friendly.
Everyone arrived in one piece and we all sat down for lunch. Let's meet some of the models, shall we?
Casey, James and Margo.
When Reality Shows Collide, Part 3: Dayna, Meki, and Jane. Oh, sorry. That should be Dayna, Meki and Jane. We were sitting at a table with them for a half hour before we realized they were Fashion Show girls. "We didn't recognize you in full light!" They were very professional and wouldn't give us much in the way of dish, the little bitches. But they did say they love the designers.
Margo with Miss Emmett, who took off her turban and dragged herself out of her sickbed to make the boat, forgetting his luggage along the way.
After rehearsal and fittings that afternoon, Mark and Christopher hosted another, much bigger dinner party for the models, the designers, us, and the hosts who were putting everyone up for the weekend. Since there was nothing left to do but show up for the runway show the next day, everyone relaxed. And drank.
Unfortunately, Emmett slept through most of it, but his adorable assistant Arielle had a blast.
More models: James, Margo, and Bob.
Casey, Dayna, Jason, Meki, Jane. The kids (because that's how they made the rest of us feel), were a blast to hang out and party with and get to hear a bit of their stories. Every single one of them was an intelligent, worldly person, far beyond their years and in direct opposition to the stereotype of the vapid model.
Not that it was all intellectual discourse and polite conversation.
The next day was the runway show and shopping event and we'll have the pictures of that in a separate post, since we're waiting for the event photographer to send them to us. We were far too busy backstage yelling at models and designers to hurry up and generally just enjoying being fashion bitches to get any shots of the runway show.
And just like that...
The whole weekend was over and we were on the ferry back to the real world.
We miss it already.
More pics:
[Photos: Projectrungay.blogspot.com]
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