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No sooner has the last tweed coat stepped off the Paris runway, than the New York Spring social season is fully atwitter. It’s difficult to find time for oneself in the great Metropolis, what with the American Academy of Dramatic Arts gala tonight, the Winter Garden Red Cross Ball on Thursday – healing the world’s ills can be terribly trying! Still, it all becomes worth it when you see how gorgeously diverse our world really is, on a charming program like the Discovery Channel’s Planet Earth – with stunning images of wildlife that have never been captured before. Who knew the birds of paradise had such lovely plumage? Perhaps they were inspired by Galliano’s Fall accessories?
It was with that Springtime glow that Cliff and I picked up David LaChapelle’s Rize. See our morning-after thoughts after LaJump:
La Jump
Well three packs of Dramamine and two overboard backgammon sets later, we’re back from a month of tall ship sailing along the coast of Brazil. There were a lot of things we missed. It’s practically impossible to make ice cubes on a sail boat, and the South Americans still haven’t mastered the art of brunch. But we missed watching movies most of all. So we decided to jump right back into it with a two-hour-plus Terrence Malick film, The New World (see our reviews after the jump).
It was the day before we were to leave for South America, and I [Cliff] was in a sour mood. Albert Stevenson had thrown a party the previous night, and I hadn’t been invited. I don’t consider Albert to be one of my closest friends by any means, but he’s one of my oldest, and sometimes that’s enough. More than enough to be invited to a party, anyway. Olive assured me that it must have just been an oversight on Albert’s part, but I wasn’t so sure.
When I’m really upset, nothing calms me down like a long cruise down the East River Drive, beginning on 125th street going all the way down to the Battery, so we called down to the garage to bring up the Jag. Olive came along, of course. She doesn’t drive herself, but she enjoys the ride just the same as I do, sometimes more. My favorite section is the view of Roosevelt Island, and the stretch past East River Park by the Williamsburg Bridge. But the snub was still bothering me on our way back uptown, so Olive suggested that we see a movie, something mindless. We ended up settling on 300. Read our reviews after the jump.
