Partying Again

After a four-year hiatus, thanks largely to the pandmeic, model Nancy Donahue and hairdresser Harry King finally resumed their annual fashion reunion parties for models, hairdressers, photographers,  makeup artists, and bloggers who start sites showing pictures of gorgeous women and who particularly dig fashion models (that is, me).  Now, before I get to the party, let me explain a little about the venue in which the party was held.

Slate NYC, along West Twenty-First Street just west of Fifth Avenue, is a bar and restaurant with different rooms with all sorts of games in it - bowling, table tennis, Connect Four, what have you - that functions as sort of place for the kid in every adult.  And yes, it has a slide to the lower level, which I rode down once, but that was the extent of my child's play while I was there.  To be honest, the pictures look better than the actual place, but it wasn't bad. The reason Nancy and Harry held their party here this time s because it was where they'd planned to hold their 2020 shindig, which the pandemic of course shut down.  I was happy to see that they were picking up where they had left off.

Alas, many of the models who had attended earlier parties and who are now among my friends - Alva Chinn, Shanti Patty Owen, Dawn Gallagher, Jennifer Brice - were absent this time, and I don't know how much the four-year hiatus had to do with that.  But I'm happy to say that Yasmine Guenancia was there, and she gave me a really big hug, and it was good to see art and fashion director Fred DeVito and photographer Stan Wan again, as well as model Jany Tomba.  But I was in for a big surprise!

Yes, that's Patti Hansen above, Mrs. Keith Richards herself - still looking eternally youthful and beautiful in stark contrast to her husband!  Unlike the last time she was there, this time I actually got to talk to her!  Not that it was easy, as I not only had to get close enough to get her attention, the music - the very sort of late-1970s disco that Keith Richards famously hates - was excruciatingly loud, making conversations with anyone virtually impossible.  But I did get to tell her to let Keith know that I loved what I thought had been a Bill Wyman bass introduction that was actually her husband's on the Rolling Stones song "Live With Me."  It didn't matter how good or bad the party ended up; meeting and talking to Patti Hansen and being two handshakes away from her absent husband (remember, he hates disco) made my whole night. 

Along the way I also met Debbie Dickinson.  You remember Janice Dickinson, supposedly the first "supermodel" for doing print ads, commercials and runway shows?  Debbie's her sister and she was also a model,  She now works as an art curator.

The first four of the five pictures here are my own.  I regret that I was unable to get more pictures this time, largely because it turned out that my battery power was low (and then it petered out entirely) nd the lighting at Slate NYC was terrible.  But I did manage to get a picture of our gracious and beautiful hostess . . .

. . . and Fred DeVito got a picture of Nancy with me! 

No, I was not about to kiss her.  I was saying something silly in trying to project a tooth-bearing smile when the camera clicked, and, well, I'll just say my idea didn't work out.  That's the bad news.  The good news?  The good news is, who cares - I got another picture taken with Nancy Donahue!

All in all, it was a good night, except for the music, of course - all those late-'70s disco songs get on my nerves, though some of the worst disco records of that era thankfully didn't get played - and even though I don't dance, I had a good time hobnobbing with fellow guests and nursing a few Diet Cokes.  And I look forward to doing it all again next year.

So long as there isn't another pandemic.

Seventh Heaven - Another Fashion Reunion Party

The month of May was less then merry for me. thanks to a few personal mishaps that I'd rather not get into here.  I desperately needed something to cheer me up.  Fortunately, there was the annual mid-spring event I always look forward to - model Nancy Donahue's and hairdresser Harry King's reunion party for fashion icons on the seventies and eighties, at the Soho Grand Hotel in New York.  Yes, another night to be surrounded by gorgeous models from the Me Decade and the Reagan years who have only become more beautiful with age.              

And how do I get to go these parties when I was in grade school and middle school in the seventies and in high school and college in the eighties - and would never have been allowed in Studio 54 even if I had been old enough to go?  Again:  When you run a blog depicting beautiful women that includes the most gorgeous women of the golden age of modeling, you get attention and acceptance from those same legendary beauties. :-D

And, of course, I took pictures.

Below are two women you all know from posts about previous parties - Halston muse Alva Chinn on the left, and Jany Tomba on the right.  Both were among the pioneering black models of the seventies, and Alva was one of the stars of the famous 1973 Versailles show in which a multiracial group of American women modeling for Halston dispensed with protocol and showed up their French counterparts. Jany did a lot of ads for cosmetics and also appeared on the cover of Essence.  They are both strong, confident women who are happy with who they are and have no problem sporting gray hair . . . because they know that gray is beautiful! :-)

My dear friend Bhavaja Kat was also in attendance, as was one of my new friends - Beverly Lee, and I don't mean the woman who sang in the Shirelles.  Beverly Lee is the groundbreaking model of East Asian ethnicity who opened doors for women of all Asian backgrounds in modeling, and she was enthusiastically glad to see me at this party.  Before we met at one of Nancy's and Harry's parties, I only knew her as a still image, but now I have enjoyable conversations with her at these parties . . . which is difficult to do, what with all of the loud disco music.  Below are Bhavaja Kat and Beverly Lee (who are friends) with model Coco Mitchell second from right, joined by musician Earl Davis.

Earl Davis runs Project Brownstone, a non-profit organization that, in the words of its Facebook page, "applies a holistic approach to empowering and developing underserved youths in Harlem by using education as a tool."  It helps try to get kids in Harlem to see themselves as leaders.

I also got a picture of Beverly in profile, while was taking to makeup artist Pam Geiger.

The kid on the left is Dante Spinelli, whose father Tony was one of the leading male models of the seventies.  I'm assuming that he's reacting to Beverly's enduring beauty . . .

. . . which I captured perfectly in this photo of her with hairdresser-turned-real estate agent Daniel Cohen.

You'd be amazed how many people in the fashion business have started second careers in real estate.  Heck, I know of a woman who used to be a TV reporter who's know a real estate agent, so there's something about the field that's appealing. 

And the modeling profession certainly attracts a lot of appealing women . . . as evidenced below. 

Here's photographer Dustin Pittman with three of my favorite ladies, all among the sweetest and dearest women in modeling of all time - from left, Kim Charlton, Shanti Patty Owen, and Yasmine Guenancia.  As the old Emerson, Lake and Palmer song goes, oooooooooooooh, what a lucky man . . . he was! :-D

I was lucky enough to get a picture of Kim Charlton solo, and even though I was aiming at a candid shot of her, she noticed me and blew me a kiss as I snapped the lens.

It's too bad my camera was slow.  But I still love her expression here.

Kim comes from as far and exotic place you can come from within the lower forty-eight - Seattle, the Emerald City.  She's very happy in Manhattan, thank you very much, which, as far as the fashion world is concerned, is Oz.  :-)

And what a mystical place New York City is, with all of these beautiful people!

Linda Morand, the iconic model from the sixties, was there resplendent in red . . .

. . . as was model Asia Dyrkacz, with a gentleman friend.  Asia spent most of the night twirling her pins; when the DJ played the Bee Gees' "You Should Be Dancing," she took that advice very very seriously!  So getting a picture of her in a seated position was a fantastic stroke of luck. 

And now, a group photo of a whole bunch of beautiful people! 

Yes, that's Nancy Donahue, the hostess of the evening, looking just divine in a white dress, joined by from left, model and musician named Seth Adanmenoukon, Kim Charlton, Seth's dad Ja'Dee Murphy, Dustin Pittman, Asia Dyrkacz,  Yasmine Guenancia and Fred DeVito.  Fred is another friend of mine, a chap worked on newspaper ads for Bloomingdale's.  It was one of his ads that introduced me to the beauty of German model Margrit Ramme, another friend of mine (who, sadly, was not at this party).

Nancy is nothing if not a superb hostess.  Whenever you're at one of her parties, she's everywhere.  You can't escape her (and why would you want to?).  Here she lives it up on the dance floor. :-)

Party on, Nancy! :-) 

And here she is letting her hair down . . . literally.

Speaking of hair, Tony Spinelli, whom I already mentioned here, has perfect hair; I envy his ability to keep it straight and in place even in the middle of summer (the 2015 reunion party was in August; he kept his hair perfectly neat while I constantly had to fix mine! :-D).  But that's in part what made him one of the top male models of his day and why he's still the most handsome guy at these parties, which in turn explains why all the women still like to pose with him - including his fellow models Jennifer Backus . . .

. . . and Jennifer Brice.

And if there were any other Jennifers there, I missed them.  But I was more than overjoyed to see Jennifer Brice, whom I first met at Nancy's and Harry's 2013 fashion reunion party.  Jennifer and I connected big time, and she was eager to tell me personally that she'd be at the annual party this time, having missed the previous five. She is a very special woman to me and she's a sweet and generous person, a joy to be with. Modeling agent Joey Hunter (with Jennifer, below) would certainly agree.

Okay, how do you know I took all of these pictures or was even really there?  Well, here's Jennifer with me. :-)

I not only posed for this picture, I took it - the first selfie I ever took that I look normal in!  But then I had a lot of initiative to get it right.  I was determined to get my picture taken with a model again, like I always do, and I'm glad it was Jennifer.  See, when I first met her in 2013, she became the first top model I ever kissed.  And if you want to know if I got to kiss her or any other legendary beauty in attendance this time . . . sorry, I'm not going to say any more.  That's privileged information.  But I do have one more photo to offer, the only picture on this blog post not taken by me . . .

This is me with Bhavaja Kat to my left.  The woman on the left of the photo is a woman named Renée Rimmer.  I regret that I don't know who the woman on the right is.  I also regret that I don't remember who took this photo.

Needless to say, a splendid time was guaranteed for all, even though the DJ didn't play any Beatles tunes, and I had just that.  How could I not, in the company of so many lovely women?  This was my seventh fashion reunion party, and it still floors me that, only ten years ago, I didn't know any of these models despite having idolized them when I was a teenager and I had no idea that featuring them on a blog would get their attention, their appreciation and their friendship.  And I remain grateful to Nancy Donahue for having me at these parties - she always makes sure I'm in attendance.  Thanks, Nancy.  :-)

Another Fashion Reunion Party!

Summer may have begun on June 21, but things were really hot a couple of days earlier in New York City, and I'm not talking about the weather.  Yes, I attended yet another fashion reunion party hosted by model Nancy Donahue and hairdresser Harry King, a party not just for models and hairdressers but also for photographers, modeling agents, magazine editors, and . . . me.  I got invited, as always, because of my diligent work in preserving the work of the models of the 1970s and 1980s on my beautiful-women picture blog, which a couple of these models somehow managed to discover back in the waning days of the two thousand zeroes.  Nancy and I have been friends on Facebook since December 2009, making my friendship with her one of my longest of any model I've connected with online. :-)

And here she is with two of her peers, both of whom I met for the first time at her 2018 party, my sixth.  (In fact, I saw a lot of people I'd never met before at this party, and I enjoyed meeting all of them.)

Nancy is joined here by Barbara Neumann, at left, and and Joy Bell, both models themselves. Barbara Neumann was a top model in the late seventies and worked a lot in Paris, and she's since worked as managing modeling agencies, serving as a director of the men's divisions of the Ford and Wilhelmina agencies in Florida.  Joy Bell worked in Italy, France, England the the U.S. in the 1980s and 1990s, working with photographers like Irving Penn and doing editorials for many fashion magazines.  She took a break from modeling before returning to the profession to do assignments aimed at women of her generation.  One of those assignments was for a Time cover article on - wait for it - female midlife crises.   I met both of them, and they are very nice women.  Joy Bell has a personality as bright and clear as her name. :-)

The party was well attended, no doubt in thanks to the new location - the Soho Grand Hotel on West Broadway in Lower Manhattan.  The room appeared to be bigger than the space in the old Parlor nightclub, which meant more room for dancing for these veterans of the 1970s and '80s fashion scene to the music of their time, courtesy of a DJ named Delphine Blue - which meant lots of Led Zeppelin and Lynyrd Skynyrd.

Ha ha!  I am kidding, of course, as no one who liked Zep and Skynyrd back in the day would have been considered cool enough to hang out with models, fashion photographers, hairdressers and makeup artists.  But of course, even though this was a '70s and '80s fashion party, fashion icons from other periods were welcome too.   

The evergreen Linda Morand, who's been modeling since the sixties, was also there, and I was happy to see her.  We actually managed to exchange words - hard to do when there's a combination of a din and loud music! :-D - and she was pleased to see me again.  A seventies model who was also pleased to see me again was Jany Tomba (below), whom I got a picture of while she was posing for someone else.  It was that kind of party.    

A familiar and familiarly beautiful face I am always glad to see at these parties is that of Yasmine Sokal Guenancia, whose auburn hair made for a stunning and arresting presence in ads and editorials in the fashion magazines of the late 1970s.  Here she is below - still looking stunning and arresting in a black dress - with Bonnie Pfeifer Evans.

And who, you may ask, is Bonnie Pfeifer Evans?  She's a one-time model who has also worked as a fundraising consultant in New York, specializing in charities fighting AIDS.  I've seen her at many of Nancy and Harry's other parties, but I found out a little more about her that blew my mind.  She was married to New York businessman Charles Evans until his death in 2007.  And while that name may not sound familiar to you, perhaps you've heard of his brother - film producer Robert Evans.

So, Bonnie was, or is, Robert Evans's sister-in-law.   But her tireless work in the fight against acquired immune deficiency syndrome - a disease that is not, in fact, in decline - ought to make it clear that she deserves to be identified as someone other than a wife, widow or in-law.  She's doing very well carving out a distinguished identity on her own.

And then there was one of my all-time favorite models, Beverly Lee, who has a very formidable persona herself, having been the first major American model of Asian origin.

Beverly Lee remains as exotically beautiful as ever, and she's become a regular at Nancy and Harry's annual party.  She even looks great in horn-rimmed glasses! Here she is talking and laughing with Alva Chinn, another pioneering model of color and a dear friend of mine, while Bev's husband Robert Muscovite checks his smartphone.  

And here's Beverly Lee with makeup artist Pam Geiger, the two of them somehow managing to have a conversation while DJ Delphine Blue spins some platters in the background.  ("Funk #49" by the James Gang, maybe?  What do you think? :D )  

And while Madame Blue went over her request list (my request for "Green Grass and High Tides" by the Outlaws was denied), Bev chatted with a model I'd never heard of before I met her at this party.  Shailah Edmonds (above) is a veteran of the New York and Paris fashion scene, having done numerous assignments that took her all over the world.  She is now pursuing her career as a jazz vocalist, and she also coaches young models who are making their way in the business.  Both she and Beverly Lee are alumni of Ford Models, which is the premier modeling agency in the world of fashion and beauty. 

So you would have to assume that Ms. Lee and Ms. Edmonds look even more lovely in person, yes?  Absolutely. :-)

Of course, when I got to the Soho Grand, I was hoping to stay as long as possible so I could still be there WHEN DAWN ARRIVED!  No, I don't mean I hoped to stay until 5:30 in the morning.  New York fashion parties, legendary as they are, don't last that long.  I mean Dawn Gallagher, of course.

Dawn Gallagher is a nice Irish girl from Buffalo who was discovered by a fashion photographer in The City That Never Thaws and given his business card, which she promptly . . . put in her desk drawer and forgot about.  That is, until she later saw his name in a photo credit in a fashion magazine and realized he was legitimate.  And that's when she called the number on the card, and the rest is history. To think . . . she could have just as easily never seen this photographer's name in a fashion magazine and never known he was for real, then she never would have called him and become a top model . . . and then she would have missed the pleasure of meeting me! And she would have also missed the pleasure of posing for me in the picture above. :-)

And then I would have never gotten this picture.

Here's Dawn, dancing to Molly Hatchet's 1979 classic "Flirtin' With Disaster."  Ha ha, I caught you - no, Delphine Blue wouldn't have played those lead-foot stompers either, and I don't remember what was playing at this particular moment, but Dawn probably was dancing to a song from 1979 . . . just not the kind of song I could play air guitar to.

I don't dance. Fortunately, my dear friend Shanti Patty Owen - whose new memoir you already know about - does, and that I'm grateful for, because it produced this wonderful action shot! :-)

She liked this shot too. :-)

I'd gotten tipsy on Scotch and Coke without the Scotch, so I was a little taken aback when someone out of nowhere recognized me as she arrived; I didn't know I was that popular! :-D It was Kim Charlton, the lovely blonde model from the early 1980s who's now a real estate agent.  Also as happy to see her as I was was Joey Hunter, a legendary modeling agent who now works for a company providing software services to the modeling profession.  Kim couldn't help but go soft on him at the party.

Some guys have all the luck.

I mean, what could be better than to be kissed by a beautiful woman and greeted with a smile like that? 

I stole a couple of hugs and kisses from many a lovely lass at the Soho Grand. Who?  Sorry, I don't kiss, hug and tell. ;-)

But I can tell you this: Geoffrey Saunders, Nancy Donahue's public-relations man, got this photo of me standing next to one of Delphine Blue's speakers, which was not playing Deep Purple's "Highway Star." :-D  

Okay, Steve, you're asking me now, how do we know you were even there?  How do we know that all those other pictures are yours?  There aren't any pictures of you with a beautiful model or anything.

You asked for it. :-D

Yes, that's me with Beverly Lee, whom I had developed a crush on back when I was a teenager.  I don't know what prompted her to offer me to pose with her - and of course I said yes without hesitation - but it might have been because I'd taken all those pictures of her. :-)  After we looked at the photo on her smartphone, she turned to me and said, "You're very photogenic!"  

Oh my God, one of the most beautiful women of all time called me photogenic!  I was so floored - I don't think I could have possibly thanked her adequately for that compliment! 

There were several other famous faces at Nancy and Harry's get-together, including French model Anne Bezamat, who I regrettably missed this time - I think she got there after I had to leave to get the bus home.  But, as you can see from the image above, I don't let the perfect be the enemy of the good. :-)  And posing with Beverly Lee was very good indeed. :-) 

As with ever other fashion reunion party I have attended, it was a night to remember, even if the music was to be forgotten. ("Got To Be Real"?  Get real!)  Okay, Delphine Blue did play the Rolling Stones from the Some Girls / Tattoo You era, so I really can't complain.

I was with beautiful women.  Do you hear me complaining? Until next time, of course. :-)

(And I was only kidding about requesting a record from the Outlaws.) 

How About Another Fashion Reunion Party?

For the fifth time in a row, this past month, I attended the annual spring soirée hosted for veterans of the fashion world by top model Nancy Donahue and hairdresser Harry King, at a club in Lower Manhattan.  And at least one blogger documenting models of that period was also invited - that would be me.

It's always a guess as to who shows up when you arrive at one of Nancy and Harry's parties.  In fact, the only guarantee is that Nancy and Harry will be there.  I was hoping for a big surprise, like when Anne Bezamat showed up in 2016.  I got one when I saw the tall and lovely brunette Catherine Roberts walk into the club.  I took this picture of Catherine shortly after she arrived.  (I took every other photo from the party in this blog entry except for two of them.)

The dim lighting in the above photo of Catherine has an effect similar to that in many of her late-seventies Charles of the Ritz cosmetics ads.

Here's Catherine with Geoffrey Beene model Liz Lee.

And here's Catherine with makeup artist/hair stylist and photographer Joseph Boggess.

Gee, you think I have a thing for Catherine?

Yes, and the thing is this.  Catherine Roberts was and remains one of the most beautiful and one of the most astonishing models in the business.  Her lovely face and her classy demeanor have long made her one of the most sought-after models for advertisements for not just fashion and beauty products but for accessories and even beverages.  Sadly, she's better known by sight than by name, as she's done little editorial work and thus rarely gets an identifying credit.  Also, Catherine was one of the first models to discover my blog and befriend me on social media. She is a very sweet and engaging woman, and I greatly appreciate my friendship with her.  And, because she doesn't  live in the New York area, I hadn't seen her in person in four years.  That's why I was so glad to see her and why I am eager to sing her praises here.  

Of course, there were several other models at Nancy and Harry's party, many of whom are my friends as well.  One of them is Bhavaja Kat, who posed with me for this picture.

Bhavaja and I have a shared history in that we both grew up in the same part of New Jersey, though we didn't know each other then.  While she still looks stylish, she now pursues another profession, and that is all I'm going to say about that, because it's none of your business.  

I can say this . . . she knows Beverly Lee, the groundbreaking Asian-American model from the 1970s and 1980s.  They were happy to pose together for me.

Ms. Lee, still the beautiful woman who made me sigh when I was a teenager, was a favorite of the designer Hubert de Givenchy.  She and Kat worked together a lot.

I also got this great picture of model Dawn Gallagher, another dear friend of mine, with some friends of hers that I regrettably (and ironically) cannot identify.

Of course, how could I not get a picture of the always lovely Nancy Donahue, the hostess with the mostest? Nancy was the first top model I ever met in person, I having met her when she was doing a promotional event for her body-buffer product at Bergdorf Goodman in Midtown Manhattan, and she's gotten more beautiful since then.  And she always dresses to impress.  Here she is in a stunning red and green evening dress with Dawn Gallagher and two gentlemen - photographer Hamid Bechiri (in hat) and L.J. Kirby, who used to work at Studio 54.

Ah yes, Studio 54, the disco nightspot popular in the 1970s among the many people who attended this year's fashion reunion party, though I was too young to frequent 54 back in the day - not that I would ever have been let in, as they would have sized me up as a Jethro Tull fan.  Jethro Tull records there were not, obviously, among the records played at this year's spring fashion party, but there were plenty of records from Donna Summer, the Silver Convention, and Gloria Gaynor, and although I prefer the Cars' "Let's Go," which revolves around the lyric "I like the night life, baby," I had to put up with Alicia Bridges singing "I Love the Night Life" instead.  However, I can honestly say that I would rather hear Carol Douglas sing "Doctor's Orders" (which I heard at the party) than hear Carl Douglas sing "Kung Fu Fighting" (which I didn't).  But some classic rock did make its way into the soundtrack - the Beatles ("I Saw Her Standing There," appropriate for a setting with so many beautiful women), the Rolling Stones ("[I Can't Get No] Satisfaction"), and Sly and the Family Stone ("Dance To the Music," of course).  

And Nancy can dance to all of it. :-)

She sure can cut a rug . . . or could have if there had been a rug on the floor.

Yours truly got in the picture more than once, such as in this photo of me with model Asia Dyrkacz, taken by my pal Fred DeVito . . .

. . . and in this selfie.  Recognize the lovely lady in the background? ;-)

It was another night to remember fondly, made sweeter by Catherine Roberts' surprise appearance. As someone I've known longer than anyone else at the festivities - even Nancy - she obviously holds a special place in my life, and, well, I'll leave it at that.  To those who still ask me how iconic and how distinguished she is as a model, well, I need only show you one of her Charles of the Ritz ads from the late 1970s.

One picture is worth a thousand words. :-) 

Pictures From an Exhibition - The Laundress

As I type this, Hurricane Matthew is going full tilt boogie in the Caribbean Sea and it still has a chance of literally hitting me where I live, and I'm trying - with only a modicum of success - to get my mind off it.  So I thought that writing about a reception I attended earlier this month - at which I had one of the greatest moments of my life (I'll explain in a moment) - would help do that.

Stan Wan is a fashion photographer I met through my association with the many beautiful models I have connected with, and I consider him a friend.  So I was really pleased when he invited me to a reception for his exhibit of fashion photographs at, of all places, a boutique laundry-supply store.  The store, called The Laundress, is on Prince Street, just below Houston Street, in Lower  Manhattan, and though it was an odd place for a photography exhibit - imagine, conversely, buying laundry detergent at a museum - I still had a great time looking at Stan's fashion photos from Europe in the 1980s, which are very impressive.  His photos, many of which were taken in Paris, included photos of a short-haired model named Jennifer Linley Taylor,  a young Paulina Porizkova, and a somewhat more obscure model from the 1980s named Martha Longley, whom I recognized on sight.  Stan was surprised that I remembered her or even knew her name.  It's easy to remember a woman from the eighties named Martha, because back then there weren't too many women with that name. :-D  

As much fun as I had looking at Stan's photos, though, I had an equally fun time mingling with the other guests, including several of my friends from the modeling profession, who were there in full force - along with one model among my Facebook friends that I met in person for the first time. 

And here she is with me! :-D

Yes, that is the one and only Kim Alexis, the multifaceted fashion and beauty model who was the fancy of teenage boys all across America in the early 1980s - including me.  I had missed the chance to meet her before at one of Nancy Donahue's and Harry King's parties when Facebook lost my invitation to that particular soirée, but this time proved to be the charm.  When I got there, I saw Nancy Donahue outside the store and gave her a hug, and as I was looking over her shoulder, I noticed this drop-dead-gorgeous blonde woman standing behind her, and my first thought was, "Oh, my God . . . that's Kim Alexis!"  :-D

Anyway, Kim Alexis, in addition to still being gorgeous, is a very sweet and engaging woman, and I had the opportunity to talk to her - as in a real conversation - and I told her about my writing career, while she told me about how she'd just moved after having lived out west for awhile.  She now lives in Manhattan; I imagine I'll be seeing her again, particularly at one of Nancy and Harry's parties.

I think Stan himself took this photo of us, though Nancy definitely took this photo of Kim and me with Stan. :-)

And Nancy and Kim, who modeled together a lot together in the early eighties, haven't lost their ability to make hearts melt, as evidenced below. :-)  (Disclaimer: I did not take this picture.)

I also saw Alva Chinn, who remains a dear friend as always, at the exhibit, and our mutual friend Fred DeVito got this picture of the two of us together, below. Thanks, Fred! :-)  I always enjoy posing with her.

And here I am, below. with both Kim and Alva, along with Barbara Camp, an interior designer who's also designed sets for fashion shoots, I'm led to understand.   The person who took this pic caught Fred taking a picture of the same scene! :-D 

I also met another veteran model whom I'm friends with, Yasmine Guenancia, whose husband co-owns Cafe Un Deux Trois at 123 (get it?) West 44th Street, but I didn't get my picture taken with her.  But it was great seeing her, as she's always been very sweet to me. :-) 

So yes, it was a great night, and it was a wonderful experience.  Wonderful experiences are hard for me to come by these days, so I'm glad I went.  And if you hurry, you can see Stan's photos at The Laundress, at 199 Prince Street in New York, if you live in the Tri-State area.  :-)