What kind of world is this, when a Page Six item begins, "Some people still have money to buy real estate." Well of course they do! And now is a fantastic time to buy. Especially if you are James and Whitney Fairchild, who old folks among us will remember as having one of the most fantastic wedding announcements of all time. (His second, I believe.) Let's look back!
Both ride horses and play tennis in whites, collect walking sticks and silver cigarette cases and are the sort of people who would instinctively know how to dress for afternoon tea in the Antarctic. On their first date, he cooked a souffle for her in his apartment, which is full of orchids and English antiques.Whether they are walking down a sidewalk or into a charity ball, they are known for wearing clothes that "create a small explosion," as one friend of theirs put it. Ms. St. John has been seen at parties in everything from cat suits to headgear the size of lobster pots.
I just hope in her case "cat suit" doesn't mean "suit made of cats".
Article does not make clear whether or not couple danced down the aisle to Chris Brown song.
It also doesn't say who their parents are. Which basically makes it worthless.
http://www.fairchildfashiongroup.com/
See that just makes the comments section of this blog more useful than the Times' wedding section. Please collect your Pulitzer.
NEW AWL FEATURE REQUEST:
Wedding Announcements, with Edith Zimmerman
YES PLEASE.
Ditto!
Shouldn't Chris Lehmann be involved as well?
C'mon, Awl Editor People, start getting all incestuous with the contribulators, see what fucked up spawn posts they create.
Then you can start doing similar genetic mutation experiments with the sponsored posts: "Equinox Plentyoffish - Get Fit and Get Laid, Fatass".*
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No lobster pot headgear in this photo= because he's standing on it.
"It's like they're from the 1930's, like Zelda and Scott Fitzgerald, when people went all out. People just don't do that anymore. It's a dying craft."
By "all out," she must mean having severe mental health crises and going in and out of treatment over and over while suffering terribly. Unless she meant the 1920s!
also, "craft"?
I think the craft refers to Scott's severere alcoholism.
Who DOESN'T collect walking sticks?
Michael Peter Fay.
Ha!
"but most of his money is spent on tanning products."
they once bought then backed out of the penthouse 1br at the cursed co-op next door to me.
would've had a front row seat to Madoff Madness.
Is he wearing blush?
I think it's rosé. Or that's how it looks on me, anyway.
*has cheekbones, sits higher*
Gin (and tonic) blossom.
They are an argument for socialism.
"Both ride horses and play tennis in whites, collect walking sticks and silver cigarette cases and are the sort of people who would instinctively know how to dress for afternoon tea in the Antarctic."
They sound like leftover Wes Anderson characters.
“Both ride horses and play tennis with whites..."
You read my mind.
Are we being polite about the beard issue, or is it just so obvious that it's not worth mentioning?
"On their first date, he cooked a souffle for her in his apartment, which is full of orchids and English antiques."
It's not worth mentioning because he probably isn't gay. He's just A Rich. Oftentimes, Rich Men are terribly fey - my theory is that they've simply had The Fight bred out of them. (But yes, I raised an eyebrow at that bit too.)
I thought something smelled... like lilacs and sandalwood.
I was thinking he's the beard.
I wonder if Ralph's gift to them was photoshopping the wedding pictures?
Oh, how much better the world would be if their outfits did create explosions.