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June 30th 2003 Word has it that the beautiful Carolina Herrera, Jr. was shopping at HOLLYWOULD this week upon the recommendation of her lovely sister Patricia. Patricia has sent us more fabulous customers than we can count, so look out for a gorgeous shoe named The Patricia from HOLLYWOULD in the near future! News from Florence is that all of my friends here have just returned from two weeks in Ibiza. This was a trip I was invited to take, but since I have a job, I decided it was more important that you girls have cute HOLLYWOULD shoes to wear next spring than that I take a two week vacation that would require a month of rehab. It was probably a wise decision as my friends have all returned with beads in their hair (guys included), vacant looks in their eyes, and the inability to stop dancing, even when there is no music. I know many of you wonder what on earth I do spending every other month in Italy (my parents included), and believe it or not, it is not all sailing and suntans. Today, for example, I was at the shoe factory by 8:30am, making sure the HOLLYWOULD fall shoes were looking up to snuff, and they are gorgeous! After that I headed to the laboratory (thats what they call it) where my ornaments are made, which look divine. From there I headed off to approve the embroidery for next springs samples, which was a very good thing as they had lost my drawings but were too embarrassed to tell me. Luckily, I have copies for occasions such as these. From there I had a quick lunch, and then hit the handbag factory where I screamed with delight at our new fall handbag production (the one I love most will be in August or September Vogue, so keep an eye out for it)! And from there I headed back to my little design room where I spent the rest of the day sketching Fall 2004. Yes, having to think this far in advance is crazy. I quit sketching around 8pm so I could go for my run, and then came home to watch my favorite Italian TV show, Fresh Prince of Bel Aire. Will Smith speaks such marvelous Italian. Around 10pm Ill have dinner with my spaced-out friends, an aperitivo, maybe a nightclub, and then bed. And its only Monday! June 28th 2003 Today is my dads birthday. He is the best dad in the world. I wish I had a picture to post of him, but if you can imagine me 25 years older, 60 lbs heavier, bald, and a man, you can just about see him. We are exactly alike. All of us kids chipped in and got him TiVo for his b-day, and since he and I are so much alike I know he will now officially never do anything but watch TV. (Mom, I knew it was a bad idea and tried to talk them out of it -sorry.) It was either that or glow-in-the-dark golf balls, and who golfs at night? HAPPY BIRTHDAY DAD! June 26th 2003 The beautiful HOLLYWOULD shoe you see to your right is called The Kisser. They have just arrived at our store and you can only buy them there, or from our other favorite store in the world, Tracey Feith in East Hampton. But since we love those of you not in NYC, and dont want you to miss out, you can order them over the phone or email from our lovely store manager Rachel: 212.343.8344 (x.2). These are some of my favorite shoes ever, and I named them The Kisser because I knew they would inspire many a kiss. They are all Ive packed for my month in Italia, and judging from the response I got in my gold kissers last night, they are sure to live up to their name. (Kissers come in Banana Yellow, Turquoise, Lipstick Pink, Black, Gold, and White and are $335.) Speaking of kissingIve solved the Demi / Ashton debate, thanks to our favorite intellectually stimulating magazine, US Weekly. Heres what I think: We are all being Punkd. Yes, it is believable that Ashton and Demi would have a fling, but this whole business of going to Sun Valley together, and sharing a ride with Bruce is a bunch of who ha (who ha? Who says that?). Anyway, I think they are pulling one last Punkd and its on everyone in the world who follows celebrity gossip. Just wait until they agree to the Barbara Walters interview about some ficticious baby-on-the-way/marriage-in-Jamaica and as you all watch, they will announce that you have been Punkd. Hopefully Im rightfor the sake of humanity and those poor kids. And speaking of Demi If you havent bought the new Vogue with Demi on the cover you must do so now. No, not for the article on Demi (who has time for all that reading?), but for the full page pictorial spread about our friend Hope Atherton! Yeah Hope! If you look closely you will notice that Miss Atherton, fashion icon that she is, happens to be wearing none other than HOLLYWOULD boots in at least one of the shots, if not two. Thanks for the support, babe. And Hope, if youve read our celebrity policy (see Feb 23), you know that now we owe you shoes, so come on by the store and get em while you can. Yes, you are now an official celebrity. June 24th 2003 Ah, another HOLLYWOULD kegger. Despite the fact that I was lookin a lot like Fire Marshall Bob due to my sever sunburn (see June 19), we managed to have another rockin block party and polish off 4 kegs like champions. As usual, our slammin deejay Noah spun everything from Zepplin to Biggie, and the HOLLYWOULD store was once again converted into a DIY dancefloor full of booty shakin, pop lockin action. Big shout out to all of our lovely editors who came down for the event, as well as all of our friends, customers, and neighborhood homies. Party attendees ranged from prepster extraordinaire Jess Bulkam in his golf flag pants to metal rockers Abby Klein & Joe Sweeney of the fantastically named band, Scary Castle. Love that name. The after party continued with too much gin & juice at the Snoop Doggy show at the Roxy, and ended up in a booth with the beautiful Iman at Bungalow 8, as usual. And today its off to Italia. Ciao ciao June 19th 2003 Ouch. No, this time its not Ouch from too much booze, but Ouch from way, way, way too much sun. Yesterday Erin & I decided to play hookie and spend the day in Southampton, and today we look like we are auditioning to be the new mascots for Red Lobster restaurant. Why on earth we thought our white girl skin could spend 3 hours in the direct beach sun with not a drop of sunscreen is beyond me. Retarded. Today I am in so much pain that in order to get from Point A to Point B (ie: My Apartment to the Local Solarcain/Aloe Vera Distributor) I have to walk like the Tin Man to avoid bending in any joints that might cause friction. Its really all Erins fault as she insisted on just 15 more minutes at least 10 times, but as a mature, decision making adult I really didnt have to go along with her. The best part about our new look is that we didnt flip over, so both of our backsides have remained pasty white with a distinct delineation line from red to white with no in between. Ooohhhh gotta go apply more Solarcain June 18th 2003 HOLLYWOULD is Supermodel Central. It seems every time I come in the front door there is another supermodel chillin in our shop. Right now weve got The New Face of Chanel here with her friend The New Face of Gucci, and Im beginning to wonder who is spreading the word. It could be our favorite supermodel Iman, who just bought 3 pairs of shoes yesterday, but its hard to say. We love you Iman, and all you other beautiful ladies. By the way, don't forget MAKING THE BAND premieres tonight. You know I'll be front row center. On to other important matters Dearest Ashton, Demi, and Bruce, For cryin out loud, this has got to stop. Ashton, our office used to be littered with pictures of you with words like FOX and HOT scrawled across the page, but all our girls have removed them. We think youre creepy. Demi, on one hand we would all like to give you the big High Five, but on the other hand, whats up with the young boys? God knows weve all had our moments, but this Mrs. Robinson behaviour is getting ridiculous. And, disappearing for 10 years and then coming back looking the same age as when you left is kinda great, but kinda Rip VanWinkle. Bruce, what on earth were you thinking in the first place? Four kids, a beautiful wife, and a nice place in Sun Valley and you couldnt stick around? Heres what needs to happen: Bruce, call up Demi, beg her back into your life, stay away from the young girls, and make it work. Therapy will get you back on track and those poor, sweet kids will be much less likely to end up marrying Michael Jackson. Demi, take him back, forgive him, and cut your Crystal Gayle hair (its tacky). Ashton, weve all permanently lost the love, but youve probably found a new audience in over-the-hill, female America. Milk it while you can and then move to Germany and record an album. Your Hasselhoff hair will take you far. June 12th 2003 Again girls, sorry Ive been such a slacker when it comes to the diary. Must tell you all about the night I had on Monday, which I have been recovering from ever since, and it involves P.Diddy. Read on.. The evening began with the Free Arts auction which benefits inner city kids through art. Since we love anything to do with art, and everything to do with kids, Erin (see Jan 15) & I decided to swing by and bid on a piece or two. The party was thrown by our friend Amy Sacco (see Dec 19) of Bungalow 8 and Mary Alice Stevenson, who was of Harpers Bazaar but now has a top secret new venture which will make her a household name among all you fashionistas. A slew of celebs & socialites were in attendance including my new best friend Connie Neilson (see June 4), along with Alan Cummings, Jullian Schnabel, Whoopie Goldberg, Olivia Chantecaille, Phoebe Gubelman, etc. You can read about the event in an article by editor Godfrey Deeney on http://www.fashionwiredaily.com/, which if you havent signed up for already you must do now (see April 24). My favorite part about his article is that he lists my name in a list of real celebrities and I am sandwiched right between Danny Glover and Whoopie Goldberg. Fantastic. And, he mentions this very diary. Godfrey, we love you. Anywhoafter the event, my purchase of a Steven Meisel photo, and too much champagne, we headed to the after party at Amys spot, Lot 61. Now, Erin and I have very, very different taste in men so she just couldnt understand why I didnt want to stay there, surrounded by tall, foreign investment bankers. While this description may sound good to most of you, I decided that my criteria for a man can be defined by whether or not he can recite Biggie Smalls, so we headed to Amys other spot, Bungalow 8. If ya dont know, now ya know, ladies. Ahhhh. Bungalow 8. For some reason I have ended up here a lot lately, and have only been able to piece my evenings together with a collage of photos and fleeting memories. In attendance at Bungalow were a host of celebs & supermodels, a Norweigan heavy metal band (love them) along with our favorite dirty singer, Tweet. Then, just as I was feeling it was time to leave the club and hit the hay, in walked my new BFF Derrick, as in P.Diddys sidekick (see June 4). Now, since Derrick and I are so tight from our evening last week, he ushered me to a table at the center of the club right next to the Godfather himself, P. Diddy, aka: Puff Daddy, aka: Mr. Combs, aka: Sean John, aka: The Man. This is twice in a week that we have hung out (although Im sure Mr. Combs would probably refer to it as being stalked), and I think its a sign that we have a future together. Not a romantic future, mind you, as he already has two baby mamas and I isnt looking for a third, but a future along the lines of business. Here is what Im seeing, in big, bold letters across the New York City sky: *DIDDYWOULD* It definitely has a ring. June 7th 2003 We love Harpers Bazaar. No sooner had I commented on the much too thinness of Renee Zellwinger (see June 4) than the new July Bazaar hit the stands with a picture of me looking like a cross between Calista Flockhart and Laura Flynn Boyle. Not pretty. As my friend Victor (see Feb 8) put it, You look fabulous - exactly like a crack head. Thank you, dahling. I swear it was the angle of the shot or the dress or something but girls, I am not that skinny. In the same fabulous issue of Bazaar you can also see our newest HOLLYWOULD ballet shoes (page 132) as a fashion pick of our favorite Italian trend-setter Margherita Missoni. Margherita is the gorgeous 20 year old heiress to the Missoni knitwear empire and clearly has fantastic taste. Our store has been jammed all day with women dying to get these ballets, and our phones have been ringing off the hook from all over the planet. Big kiss to Bazaar. Speaking of phone calls, today we received a call from none other than Mrs. Pabst (as in Blue Ribbon) who wanted to order some HOLLYWOULDs. Once again, our customers rule. June 4th 2003 Alrighty, where do I begin? Ive been getting very impatient and anxious emails from our readers who are dying to know about Monday night's CFDA gala. So, here's the scoop, HOLLYWOULD style: Leslie and I arrived early, because were tacky, and were told that we couldn't enter the building for 20 minutes. Because we were both wearing designer gowns and dripping with diamonds, we decided to head to a nearby Irish pub (O'Caseys) and have a drink with the midtown after-work crowd. Two vodka tonics and some chicken wings later, we were on our way. Now I've never done the full-fledged red carpet/paparazzi deal so I didn't know what to expect. As I walked up the receiving line all of the photographers raised their cameras and shouted, 'Who are you?' to which I replied, 'Holly from Hollywould Shoes', to which they promptly sighed, lowered their lenses and muttered to each other about when the real celebs were going to show up. I should have said I was Naomi Campbell. Once inside I ran into the lovely and beautiful Nadja Swarovski who looked stunning in her Alexander McQueen. Nadja immediately introduced me to her foxy cousin Marcus, who had come all the way from Austria for the event. I dont mean to brag, but I think Marcus and I had a stare affair all night unless he was looking past me at Bridget Hall, but whatever. Within minutes the entire entrance room was filled with celebs and fashion stars (I'm sure youve already seen the press), and from there we were ushered into the dining hall for dinner. I was lucky enough to be seated next to my new favorite person on the planet, Simon Doonan. If you read my entry from June 2, you know that meeting Simon was a goal for the evening, but I never imagined I'd get to sit right next to him! If you dont know who he is, google Simon Doonan this minute, because these are things you need to know. And if you really want to be in-the-know, buy his new book Wacky Chicks which is currently #6 on the Best Seller List in LA (I think we can do better than that girls - get to Barnes & Noble!). Sitting next to Simon was the lovely Connie Neilson, who I just googled and learned was in not only Gladiator (she was the star princess), but also One Hour Photo and The Devil's Advocate. Because I have Alzheimers, I did not know who Connie was and somehow came to understand that she was not the star, but the costume designer for Gladiator. Poor Connie got an earful about how much I loved the costumes, and when I told her she was awfully pretty for a costume designer and maybe oughta try acting she didn't even flinch. She is a champion. OK, here I want to talk more about dinner because there were sooooo many celebs and I got to meet lots of them, but we have to get the show on the road so Ill just list a few: Lenny Kravitz (taller than expected), Renee Zellwinger (skinnier than expected, needs more food), and Alexander McQueen, Oscar de la Renta, Carolina Herrera, Kate Spade, Betsy Johnson, etc, etc, etc. More later From dinner we were all ushered into another room for the ceremony. At this point I was very happy with all of my celebrity spotting but I have to admit I was feeling a little bit gypped over the fact that I had not yet seen my ultimate hero, Sean P. Diddy Combs. I imagined that because we usually have to crash this kind of party, our assigned ceremony seat would be in some far away balcony next to the bartender's wife. Dead wrong. Where was our seat? You guessed it right next to the man himself: P. Diddy, Puff Daddy, Sean John, Mr. Combs. HUGE shout-out to whoever did the seating assignments for the evening. We owe someone something BIG. Of course, I wasnt going to pass up a chance to meet Mr. Combs, and as I introduced myself he slipped me the fantastic invite to his fantastic after party. Handed to me by the man himself. Needless-to-say, it's going in the scrap book. Puffy was there with his fabulous mother Janice, his drop dead gorgeous girlfriend Kim Porter (who both already own HOLLYWOULD shoes!), and his smart sidekick Derrick who youve all seen on TV countless times (didnt he used to be the butler named Bentley?) including on last night's Making the Band recap on MTV. If you read this diary you know that I was a big fan of Making the Band 1 (see Dec 6 entry), so as you can imagine I will be tuning in on June 18th for Making the Band 2. Chopper is my favorite. As you can tell from the ramblings above, my evening was officially phenomenal, and the ceremony hadn't even begun. Here's where I have to give you the bad news, kids: We lost. Thats right, HOLLYWOULD lost the award, but you know what? We lost to someone great who absolutely deserved it, and I got to meet Puff Daddy. The winner of the award in our category was Brian Atwood, who is not only a fantastically talented shoe designer (he does Versace!), but the nicest, coolest, best guy around. I got to meet his whole family and these are quality people. Love the Atwoods. Love Brian. Congratulations Brian, you rock! My evening mood was not at all hampered by our loss, as other fellow losers included the genius talents of Zac Posen, Donna Karan, Ralph Lauren, and even my new best friend, Puff Daddy. Next year guys, next year. Losers Rule. As the ceremony ended and we all headed out the door I ran into my Shoe God Idol, Manolo Blahnik. Very exciting. When I introduced myself he said, 'Oh, I love HOLLYWOULD shoes!'. Amazing, fantastic, I can die now. Ahhhthe after party. Thanks to P. Diddy's generous open bar, the evening gets a bit foggy here and I think my behavior may have been borderline out-of-control. However, I will tell you that I danced on tables with the best of them and got to meet Marisa Tomei, who was our first ever HOLLYWOULD customer way back in the day, as well as Claire Daines who is probably one of the best dancers I have ever seen shake a booty. Love those girls. Love them. We're practically best friends. The goings on here got crazy as expected, and if anyone knows how to throw a rockin party it is Mr. Combs. (My parents are soooo confused right now. Mom & Dad, Mr. Combs = Puff Daddy = P. Diddy. Same guy.) From P. Diddys party Leslie & I headed to Bungalow 8, which I dont even remember, and then found a taxi home. Im forgetting tons of famous people, events, etc but I will sum up the evening by saying this: Leslie and I brought a camera with the intention of taking lots of pictures of us with celebrities so we could pretend we were best friends. We ended up with 2 photos: one of us with the bartender from O'Caseys, and one of us with our cab driver at 4am. Enough said. June 3rd 2003 It's 10pm, so I guess that doesn't qualify as bright & earlyas promised in yesterday's diary entry. Unfortunately hangover-freeisn't exactly descriptive of my state today either, and since I'm operating on less than 3 hours of sleep you will have to wait until tomorrow for a blow-by-blow account of what was a phenomenal evening. The hangover is due to the fact that although I did stick to my one drink per hour rule (see yesterday's entry). When you're one drink per houris a beer mug sized glass full of vodka on an empty stomach, it tends to defeat the purpose. I'll give you the full scoop tomorrow when my head hurts less, but just to give you a teaser I will say that yes, I did get to meet my hero Mr. Sean Puffy Combs along with a long list of stars galore. Soooooo much to tell girls, but you'll have to wait and keep on reading. More tomorrow .... June 2nd 2003 OK, tonight is the night of our very big CFDA gala and I just want to put a few Rules & Regulations on paper so that I remember to follow them. Leslie will be my datefor the evening, and she will be in charge of enforcement: 1) Only ONE cocktail per hour. None of this slamming 5 vodka cranberries an hour business. 2) Must meet and make best friends with P. Diddy. Yes girls, my personal hero and role model in life, Sean Puffy Combs, will be in the house and tonight I will be wearing bling galore and sunglasses inside in an effort to lure him. Am not even remotely kidding when I say he is my hero is there any greater entrepreneur in our generation? I don't think so. His mom Janice already wears HOLLYWOULD. She is so fab. 3) Meet Nicole Kidman. Don't know what I'll say. I'm sure she's sick of hearing about how much we all think Tom is washed up and Penelope is really a man. Nicole is just great. 4) Meet Tom Ford. Yes, he will be there too and I intend to get on high-fivin' BFF terms with him by the end of the evening. Is the YSL Fall 2003 collection the most beautiful line in the entire world or what? Yes, it is. 5) Meet Ralph Lauren, King of Cool. I'll be in Telluride in August and am hoping he may want to let me hang out at his ranch in one of his fancy Bruce Weber tee pees. 6) Sit next to Wacky Chicksauthor Simon Doonan and convince him to be our HOLLYWOULD mascot. 7) Don't stain Alexander McQueen dress. Will wear bib if I must and have sacrificed fake tanning in order to keep white leather 'suntan stain' free. 8) Again, to reinforce the importance of rule #1: Only one cocktail per hour, no exceptions. Girls, will give the update in tomorrow's diary bright, early, and hangover-free. |
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