<![CDATA[Jezebel: fashindigs]]> http://tags.gawker.com/assets/base/img/thumbs140x140/jezebel.com.png <![CDATA[Jezebel: fashindigs]]> http://jezebel.com/tag/fashindigs http://jezebel.com/tag/fashindigs <![CDATA[Emma Snowdon Drinks Away Her Fashion Week Yeast Infection]]> A shawl-swaddled Ashley Olsen was the first thing we saw at yesterday's Fashion Week party sponsored by fancy jewelry makers Van Cleef and Arpels, and thank G-D Gawker Media photojournalist Nikola Tamindzic's got instincts like Lohan's got knives: he snapped a pic right away. Before he took off the lenscap! (Doh!) Inside it was pitch-black, full of crazy drunks of all shapes and layers of surgically pulled-back facial skin, and VERY, VERY LOUD. "I couldn't admit this if it was Gawker, but this is kind of fun!" Nikola mused, if it is possible to muse while YELLING. Why so fun? A dancing champagne purveyor sidled up to refill our full glass. "I could have fun in a box," he said. Heh heh! "Go talk to that guy in that LOUD sweater!" Nicola instructed, eyeing a particularly ruddy "image consultant" named Montgomery Frazier. "I wear this shirt because I like to be a TARGET." So you do image consulting for Target? "I mean, I'm not a TERRORIST, but I like to INCITE terrorism," he elaborated, then draped his arm around an unsober-looking fortysomething dame he identified as Emma Snowdon. (Emma SNOWDON... is she a middling reality TV personality?" I asked. (Answer: yes.) "No, SHE is a TERRORIST," he said. "Hahahahahahaha." "So you're big in the Middle EAST?" I asked Snowdon, who replied: "I just had a YEAST infection."
Even more drunkness after the jump and at Ambrel, as usual.

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<![CDATA[The 'Glamour' Malaria Party: Full Of Fashion Icons, None Of Whom We've Heard Of]]> Glamour held a party last night called "Fashion Gives Back" which I attended with accomplished photojournalist Nikola Tamindzic. The idea of the party was some complicated financial arrangement whereby victims of malaria are somehow benefited by victims of fashion. (Limited-edition cures for the maximum killer of women and children!) We were panic-stricken by the sea of prominently cheekboned, indeterminately familiar faces until we saw one person we knew: Cory Kennedy! She's just got one more year of high school left. I asked if she was taking, like, trigonometry this year or what. "No, just math." She expressed sympathy. "I don't know who anyone is either," she said. "Though Tara Subkoff just left." Not that I would have recognized her! Anyhow, because Nikola doesn't retain boldface names and I never knew any to begin with, I got to tap dozens of bronzed shoulders (and tanorexia=v. hot right now) and inquire, "Who are you?" Which almost everyone was charmingly good-natured about...

(Not sated? Get the undabridged version of this historic event at Ambrel.)

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