SINCE 1877, THE FRESH AIR FUND- AN INDEPENDENT NOT-FOR-PROFIT AGENCY- HAS PROVIDED FREE SUMMER VACATIONS TO MORE THAN 1.7 MILLION CHILDREN FROM NEW YORK CITY'S TOUGHEST NEIGHBORHOODS, AND LAST NIGHT THE FRESH AIR FOUNDATION HOSTED ITS ANNUAL "SPRING FLING" FUNDRAISER AT TOUCH NIGHTCLUB. I, ALONG WITH Sdot, ESCORTED SOCIALITE BRANDI WOMACK TO THIS AFFAIR TO CHECK OUT HOW NEW YORK'S TOP ELITE PARTY. AND I MUST ADMIT...NOT TOO BAD! ***KUDOS TO CAROLINE CUMMINGS AND THE REST OF HER COMMITTEE FOR PULLING THIS OFF.
WE WALK IN AT 7:30 TO AN ALREADY PACKED CLUB UPSTAIRS AND DOWN. I'D SAY WITH TICKETS AT $100 PER PERSON, THEY DIDN'T DO TOO BAD WITH RAISING MONEY. NATURALLY WE MAKE OUR WAY TO THE OPEN BAR, ORDER US SOME DRINKS "ON ME", AND BEGIN OUR QUEST OF HUNTING FOR HORS D'OEUVRES. (AND WORD TO THE WISE, STAY AWAY FROM THE LETTUCE CUPS! EHWH! MAKES ME SHUTTER JUST THINKING ABOUT THEM.)
TWO AND A HALF HOURS INTO THE PARTY WE'RE UPSTAIRS MINGLING, ROCKING OUT TO BON JOVI'S "LIVING ON A PRAYER," AND BY THIS TIME THEY'VE ALREADY GIVEN AWAY THE RAFFLE PRIZES, AND EVERYONE IS ON THEIR THIRD DRINK AND IN A HAPPY PLACE. THE SERVERS FIRST EAGER TO DO THEIR JOB AND "SERVE" WERE NOW MAKING THEIR PERSONAL INTERVENTIONS AND AVOIDING US AT ALL COSTS WITH THEIR DESSERT TRAYS. IT WAS TIME TO GO. DESPITE MY LITTLE DEVIATION FROM "PROJECT SHED A POUND," I WILL SAY THAT THOSE LITTLE CHEESECAKE LOLLIPOPS THEY KEPT PASSING AROUND WERE AMAZING AND W
ORTH IT. JUST BEFORE WE GRAB OUR BAGS AND HEAD FOR THE COAT CHECK, WE SPOT A GIRL IN THIS AMAZING GREEN DRESS THAT APPEARS TO BE A VERA WANG AND AFTER CONFIRMATION THAT IT WAS INDEED THE DESIGNER IN QUESTION, I JUST HAD TO TAKE A PICTURE WITH HER, SEEING AS I THREW ON MY VERA THAT MORNING AS WELL.
ALL AND ALL I CAN SAY WE HAD A FABULOUS TIME AND AS FOR THE CHEESECAKE LOLLIPOPS...WE SHALL MEET AGAIN.
Labels: caroline cummings, charity, sDOT, socialite
By: StarvingCelebrity | Friday, April 11, 2008 at 6:57 AM | | 
Last night's series of events I must say came as quite a surprise. After work, thinking that I was merely going to leave my office to meet my business partner, the next best leading actress in Hollywood, Leah Janell for a quick meeting about our upcoming event during the NFL Draft Weekend (which I must admit is kind of a big deal), I wind up in front of the St. Regis Hotel where I attempt to drop Miss L. Janell off for her dinner date. Mid sentence, Leah gasps. I turn around, the background blurs, everything slows down, sound gets drawn out by the loud ringing of silence, and then a light shines on this very handsome, squeaky clean, dressed to impress gentleman. 
Who knew she was going to dinner with the #1 publicist, eat your hearts out ladies and gentlemen, BJ COLEMAN. I have met Mr. Coleman previously at a small gathering, but naturally I had to reintroduce myself. What can I say? The man is busy. After our hellos, I begin my grand exit when BJ says after my initial declination of becoming the third wheel, "So what, we're not good enough for you to join us? I mean it IS okay... we'll manage." What do I do? Do I once again respectfully decline and ruin all chances of BJ Coleman actually remembering who I am? I look down at my horribly constructed outfit. What was I thinking?! Oh yea, I wasn't because this morning when I woke up late, jumped out of bed, tripped over the mountain of laundry I put in front of me to force me not to forget that tonight is laundry night, I was faced with NOTHING TO WEAR! I figured he's already given me the up and down, there's nothing I can hide now. I suck up my pride of feeling intrusive and very under dressed, and follow the duo into the St. Regis.
Then the sweat started pouring. What do I say, how do i act? I have no idea what to expect....
So the first question was asked. "So what do you do?" My response is simple. I'm in fashion. I work for Lafayette 148, the Womens Bridge Clothing sold in high end department stores and select specialty stores, with the title of Assistant to the VP of Sales. WRONG! Apparently I failed test number one, because BJ quickly corrected me and said "So you're in SALES." The end.
Just kidding, oh there's more. The night progresses with insinuations of eating disorders, recreational falacio, and a blatant lack of commitment and dedication on my part. And just when I thought the lashes would get worse... the check comes, the storm parts and there are distant rays of sunlight peaking from the distance.
I think I survived. I get up smile and thank Mr. Coleman for his hospitality. The duo plan out the rest of their night of party appearances with starlette Rihanna, I insist on trucking it back up to the upper upper east side of town..good ole Harlem. Eating at the Regis in rags is one thing, but to be in the midst of other not-so-starving (well monetarily at least) celebrities in the retched state I was in was just out of the question.
After promises of meeting again, which I do look forward to because I WILL be more prepared, and two cheek kisses later. I'm in the back of my yellow cab trying to figure out what just happened. And after much thought I've come to a few conclusions and this brings me to RULE #2 Never leave you're house looking average. You never know who you'll bump into. Secondly, Shyah (BJ's fabulous assistant and my friend first and foremost -couldn't ask for a better one) was right, BJ always has a lesson to give in everything that he says. At the time it may have felt like I was thrown to the lions, but in the end he was showing me that I need to toughen up to remain in this industry...and maybe loose some pounds.
......Now that's Chuuuch
Labels: bj coleman, L. Janell, sDOT
By: StarvingCelebrity | Wednesday, April 9, 2008 at 6:45 AM | |
SO I ENCOUNTER SOME PRETTY IMPRESSIVE PEOPLE IN MY OUTINGS IN NEW YORK. JUST LAST NIGHT, AS I MANAGED TO DEVIATE FROM DOING BUSINESS, TO HANDLE SOME OTHER BIZZNAZ, I WIND UP AT THE UPSCALE STEAKHOUSE WOLFGANGS.
IN BETWEEN MAGICAL ENTERTAINMENT FROM OUR NOW NUMERO UNO BARTENDER JIMMY BOY FROM THE OLD COUNTRY, MY COUNTERPARTS AND I BUMP INTO SOME PRETTY NEAT PEOPLE.... ONE BEING THE PROPRIETOR Mr. Wolfgang Zwiener HIMSELF. THEN, THANKS TO OUR EVER SO OUTROVERTED AND SLIGHTLY INEBRIATED SELF TITLED SOCIALITE BRANDI WOMACK WE MEET MICHELLE OSHEN (ABSOLUTELY LOOOVE HER HAIR! CHECK OUT HER BLOG AND A CLIP OF WOLFGANG @ http://www.michelleoshen.com/wolfgangs-steakhouse-restaurant/), AND JILL JACOBSON (BEAUTIFUL ACCESSORIES @ http://www.jilljacobson.com/ ).WHEN I GOT HOME I REALIZED THAT ONCE AGAIN I HAD NOTHING TO SHOW FOR MY ADVENTURE. IN BETWEEN HUNTING DOWN STYLISTS, ENTERTAINERS, AND ATHLETES I SHOULD BE CAPTURING THESE MOMENTS WITH THE CAMERA I TRADED MY FATHER'S X-MAS GIFT FOR.... NOW BEFORE YOU START JUDGING ME, HE BOUGHT ME A PORTABLE GPS SYSTEM AND TOLD ME THAT I COULD CARRY IT IN MY PURSE FOR WHEN I GO OUT IN THE CITY SO I WONT GET LOST. THANKS DAD I LOVE YOU.
SO MY PLEDGE IS SIMPLE.....
OH CAMERA, LOYAL CAMERA, I PLEDGE TO HONOR THY PICTURES AND PIXELS, TO UPHOLD YOUR TECHNOLOGICAL GLORY, AND SNAP AWAY IN DIGITAL BLISS. I PROMISE TO CARRY THEE EVERYWHERE I GO (STARTING TOMORROW BECAUSE I FORGOT IT TODAY) AND SHIELD IT FROM ENVIRONMENTAL HARM INCLUDING BUT NOT LIMITED TO UV RAYS, AND RAIN.
Labels: jill jacobson, michelle oshen, socialite
By: StarvingCelebrity | Tuesday, April 8, 2008 at 2:43 PM | |
WELL OKAY..MAYBE A BRIEF INTRODUCTION IS DESERVED. I MEAN MAYBE IT'S THE SIMPLE FACT THAT I'VE BEEN AMERCED IN THIS MICROCOSM CALLED HOWARD FOR THE PAST FOUR YEARS THAT IS TO BLAME FOR MY ARROGANCE, MY FEELING OF ARRIVAL WHEN IN FACT I'M STILL ON THE BOAT, OR MAYBE IT ISN'T THAT SIMPLE FOR THOSE OF YOU WHO HAVE NEVER HAD THE OPPORTUNITY TO WITNESS THIS ALTERNATE "UNIVERSE"-ITY. LET ME TRY TO PAINT THIS PICTURE FOR YOU. THERE IS THIS INSTITUTION, OH WAIT WE'RE NOT HAMPTON. (HBCU HUMOR AT ITS BEST) I APOLOGIZE, LET ME START OVER.. THERE IS THIS LOCATION OF HIGHER LEARNING, THIS UNIVERSITY OF PRESTIGE, THE MECCA OF MIRACULOUS THINKERS, ENTERTAINERS, EDUCATORS, MOVE MAKERS, HISTORY CREATORS, AND THE MOST GOOD LOOKING, HUSTLING, ARROGANT, UPPITY, SUPERFICIALLY CONSCIOUS, ACHIEVE BY ALL MEANS, WE'VE CREATED SEAN "DIDDY" COMBS PEOPLE YOU WILL EVER MEET. MAYBE THERE'S SOMETHING IN THE ICE CREAM AT THAT SOCIAL THAT THE "PALS" PUT ON THE VERY FIRST WEEK OF ORIENTATION. WHO KNOWS, BUT YOU WOULD THINK I WAS A LIAR IF YOU'VE NEVER MET AN ALUMNI OR LATE REGISTRATION STYLE KANYE COLLEGE DROP OUT OF HOWARD UNIVERSITY. WE WERE BRED TO BE SUPERSTARS AND OUTSHINE THE WORLD. OKAY OKAY, SO MY PARENTS HAVE A SLIGHT HAND IN THE WAY I'VE TURNED OUT. FOR THEY BUILT THIS FOUNDATION OF NETWORKING, SWINDLING, AND SOCIAL LADDER CLIMBING THAT I HAVE MASTERS OVER THE YEARS. I REMEMBER AT A RIPE AGE MY DAD TRAINING ME. I MEAN I WAS DADDY'S LITTLE GIRL, SO WHEN I WANT... I GET. I MIGHT GET IT WITH THE MOST DRAWN OUT AND WINDED EXPLANATION AS TO WHY I WOULD GET WHAT I WANTED AND HOW THERE WAS NO ROOM TO MESS UP..WHICH I THINK I'VE MASTER OVER THE YEARS AS WELL. MESSING UP, THAT IS. BUT YOU LIVE, YOU LEARN, AND YOU DON'T HAVE KIDS (SCREW THAT LUVS COMMERCIAL). ANYWAY BACK TO THE SUBJECT, I POINT OUT VERY PIVOTAL POINTS IN MY LIFE WHERE I'VE USED MY (AND I QUOTE CLUELESS) "POWERS OF PERSUASION" TO GET ME OUT OF THE STICKIEST SITUATIONS. LETS SEE, THERE WAS THE WHOLE GRADUATION SCANDAL. SO WHAT I WAS FAILING TWO CLASSES, THREE CREDITS, AND ONE MANDATORY COURSE SHY OF GRADUATING? ONE HOUR OF TEARS AND THEATRICS, AND $1000 LATER, I HAD CAP AND GOWN IN HAND. I CAN'T SPILL IT ALL. I DON'T NEED THEM RE-NIGGING (YEA I SAID NIG) ON THAT WHOLE DEGREE THING, BUT A LITTLE WORD OF ADVISE... RULE #1 KNOW PEOPLE MORE IMPORTANT THAN YOU! AND NEVER THINK YOU'RE TOO GOOD TO WORK THOSE SKILLS YOU'VE PICKED UP AT YOUR RECREATIONAL ACTING CLASSES. :) THEN THERE WAS THE EVELYN LODGES EPISODE THAT FOREVER TAGGED ME AS THE FRIEND TO THROW IN THE FIRE WHEN ALL ELSE FAILS IN FRONT OF THOSE EVER JUDGING FUZZY RED ROBES IN FRONT OF THE CLUB. STORY... IT'S MY FRIENDS 21ST BIRTHDAY, SHE WANT TO PARTY WITH A "MIXED CROWD" AND WANTS LEAVE THE "URBAN CROWD" HOME FOR THE NIGHT. *SIDEBAR* ISN'T IT FUNNY HOW SOCIETY HAS CREATED CODE NAMES TO TIP TOE AROUND RACE. THAT'S A WHOLE OTHER BLOG IN ITSELF! ANYWAY, SO WE HEAD TO THIS SWANK LITTLE SPOT THAT'S PROMISING ENDLESS HOURS OF TECHNO AND TRANCE. AS WE'RE STANDING IN LINE I NOTICE THAT THERE IS A COVER, AND BEING THE TYPICAL COLLEGE STUDENTS WE WERE, THERE WAS NO WAY WE WERE PAYING A COVER TO GET IN..FOR LIQUOR YES..ENTRY NO. QUICK GIRL! THINK! OOOH LOOK THERE'S THE BOUNCER AIMLESSLY FLAILING HIS LITTLE CLIPBOARD AROUND PAYING ATTENTION TO EVERYTHING BUT US. I POSITION MYSELF PERFECTLY TO READ THE NAME EVEYLN LODGES , I WORK MY WAY TO THE FRONT OF MY FRIENDS AND CONFIDENTLY LOOK MR. BOUNCER SQUARE IN HIS FACE. B:"YOU ON THE LIST?" ME: "OF COURSE, AND THESE PEOPLE ARE WITH ME." AS I POINT TO THE CLUMP OF FABULOUSLY CLAD PEOPLE BEHIND ME. B: "NAME?" ME: "EVEYLN LODGES" HE SCROLLS THE LIST, SEES THE NAME, LOOKS AT ME, LOOKS BACK AT THE LIST A THOUGH THE NAME MAY HAVE CHANGED IN THE SPLIT SECOND HE GLANCED UP. B:"YOU'RE EVEYLN LODGES?" AS I REALIZE I HAVE TO SHOW THIS MAN MY ID..... I'M NOT IN NY JUST YET! I THINK FAST. ME: "ACTUALLY NO. SHE'S A GREAT FRIEND OF MINE. SHE MAY ALREADY BE INSIDE. SHE'S EXPECTING US. ALL OF US." HE LOOKS AT ME FOR 10 MORE SECONDS, AND FINALLY... B: "FINE. COME ON..." AND A LEGACY WAS BORN. Labels: diddy, howard university, kanye west, sean combs
By: StarvingCelebrity | Monday, April 7, 2008 at 3:21 PM | |
ORTH IT. JUST BEFORE WE GRAB OUR BAGS AND HEAD FOR THE COAT CHECK, WE SPOT A GIRL IN THIS AMAZING GREEN DRESS THAT APPEARS TO BE A VERA WANG AND AFTER CONFIRMATION THAT IT WAS INDEED THE DESIGNER IN QUESTION, I JUST HAD TO TAKE A PICTURE WITH HER, SEEING AS I THREW ON MY VERA THAT MORNING AS WELL.
