February 7, 2008

Badgley Mischka’s social diary

The Badgley Mischka collection was pure anthropology, providing us with a deep insight into the daily cycle of a unique species: Trustfundia Maximus, aka Badgley Mischka Babe.
First thing a Badgley Mischka Babe does, (after kissing her investment banker boyfriend and putting on her diamonds), is head to Barneys wearing a floppy black Bianca Jagger hat, metallic tweed skirt suit, black turtle neck and knee high “money is no object” suede boots.
Then she rushes to a luncheon to raise money to save the Tasmanian Devil/end Spinal Bifida/celebrate the Boating Committee, for which she’ll need to change in to a pretty floral silk dress worn with heavy gold jewels and a chocolate pea coat with furry cuffs. She’ll be seated next to her friend, Contessa Mariella Von Mortimer-Arpels (another Badgley Mischka Babe), who looks fab in an orange turtleneck with sassy flared-leg gray pants and a mini sleeveless jacket that looks like it was made from luxurious rare feathers.
After lunch, time for a quick manicure with mother. For this, our Badgley Mischka Babe agonizes between a tweedy knee-length pencil skirt suit with mottled green silk blouse shirt, or the wonderful green tartan knee length skirt and tweed jacket with pine green turtleneck that reminds you of that time you drank tea with the Queen of England at Balmoral.
Evening time is gala time. Tonight it’s a charity fundraising ball to save the Half-Toed Furry Alaskan Lemur, which is in danger of extinction. Luckily you have a plenty of Badgley Mischka strapless numbers in your closet, like a figure-hugging bustier gown covered in crystals and even that adorable spangly flapper dress, perfect for taking the dance floor by storm. And then at midnight, Badgley Mischka Babe heads back to her Upper East Side brownstone, where her investment banker boyfriend unzips her gown and softly whispers that he’s bought her an island.

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