Peeping the art before the place got packed
Last Friday night, we helped host a party at No.6 for 01 Magazine. Couldn't make it? Well, luckily we've got two of the hottest female bloggers in New York—and close, personal friends of ours—to tell you all about it. You may know Elizabeth Spiridakis from White Lightning and Café Con Lesley's Lesley Arfin. Both these ladies don't just know their way around a party but around pretty much everything else too, from music to fashion and everything in between. We're so glad they came and took the time out to share their thoughts on how it all went down. After all, could you think of anyone better to document a night out with? Here, Elizabeth’s take on the night:
Friday night I was psyched on hitting the Kanon/01 Magazine Party for a bunch of reasons, 3 very specifically: It was officially cape weather (my version of T-Shirt Time), I strongly support No.6 and their clog endeavors, and Lesley was meeting me there to hang. WINS cubed.
I got there before the space was packed which afforded me easy access to the alcohol (mint and lime are the way to my heart) and I actually got to peep the art; I have to say I was a big fan of this double printed color mountain mystic situation by someone named Sam Falls (real? Lucky duck); I hope he got 500 bones for it; if not how bout you call me.
I feel like the place filled to capacity in about 15 minutes flat, it was one of parties where at first you feel like you don’t know anyone but then every 5 minutes you run into somebody you know. Or is that every party in New York? Unclear. Les showed up with Judi Rosen, whose bangs game made me feel like mine was lacking.
Everyone’s fall gear was out in full force. A few trends I observed:
Most all the ladies were in black black black (norms), and most all the dudes looked like Swedish art gallery docents who knitted fashion forward balaclavas in their spare time. You know that look? Lots of intargia cardigans, short pants with a sturdy shoe, spectacles and backpacks. So many backpacks. Also? More than one dude was rocking a wide brimmed Amish style hat, late at night, among the English (that's what the Amish call us heathens)...that is a lot of look, and I commend you for it.
Some other sartorial highlights:
- Carol’s Jeffrey Campbell Lita’s, the shoe I spend way too much time contemplating
- Sheer backed dresses for visible tattoo viewing
- This gorgeous turquoise-tipped unicorn...he was so over everyone taking his picture, but you can't be the most dazzling creature in a white box in lower Manhattan and not expect a few flashes in your face.
- The deejay’s rekkids all had wolf faces on them. It took me way longer than it should have to realize that this was because they go by the name Chances with Wolves (oopsy doops). They would have gotten 10,000 extra points from me if all they played was remixes of "Hungry Like the Wolf," but I guess we can’t all get everything we want in life.
We hung out til the sidewalk scene was more appealing than the inside scene, which is always about 30 minutes before you wanna leave. I met Wendy Mullins’ dog, who wears a bandanna and is therefore superior to most other dogs. I made Carol Han promise to give me her pavlova recipe, and tried to convince her to teach me how to make it on our iPhones using facetime- this is a genius idea, I mean do I have to think of EVERYTHING? I considered photographing one of the Amish hat wearers, but what if he really was Amish, and just on Rumspringa? I think they think photos steal your soul, so I steered clear.
Me, Les and Judi ended the night at Remedy (after I witnessed Lesley giving Long Island realness to our cabbie- “It doesnt matter where we’re going, your light is on, let us in”) with tea and pie and talked about Scientology and Mount Airy Lodge’s heart shaped tubs. I think of this as a perfect Friday night.
