Thursday evening, I joined a friend in attending Michael Bastian's event at Bergdorf's for Matt Albiani's book launch. Upon entering, I knew we weren't in Oz (aka downtown) anymore when people basically gasped when viewing my shredded black tights. Oops. Anywho, getting beyond the pressed khaki, awful sequin embellishment and quite literal outfitting of the evening, I enjoyed a refreshing lemonade, inaudible music and ... pale lifeguards. Now. Let's just stop and discuss for a moment. In doing my homework before going to the event, I read an interesting interview with Albiani discussing the stereotypes of lifeguards. AKA a blinding, deep tan. NOT pale. About halfway into the event, I finally deciphered who the awkward male model-y looking folks were who were downing cocktails as if their lives depended on it as some of the lifeguards who were photographed for the publication. Moving on.
While circulating through the event, one area seemed to be for press, interviews, what have you. Then my friend and I realized that there wasn't an interview occurring. Taking a second, closer glance, blonde hair, legs for days, faux-reality star Whitney Port was filming for the second season of 'The City.' The entire evening, she and friend (a fresh face to the cast) did not budge from the one mark. We are talking 2 and half hours in 6 inch heels -- and not moving. No wonder Whitney always seems slightly bored in the episodes. At one point, a new male (possible love interest?) was thrown into the mix and chatted with the two girls. Warning: he looks douche-ier than most frat boys. After maneuvering around four cameras, I accepted the brazen truth that there is not any possibility 'The City' is real.
Womp womp.
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