They had entered the penthouse loft of Edward Scott Brady, the boyishly handsome world traveler, former classical cello virtuoso and “retired entrepreneur,” who was throwing a “Welcome Back Bash” to honor his return from his seventh trip around the globe.ĭemonstrating a generous spirit, he had posted news of the party to Facebook and Guest of a Guest, luring in hundreds of friends and friends-of-friends, the more the merrier, and plying them with premium booze. Observer: The girls, so many girls, dressed in pastel-colored wraps that bared shoulders and the swells of their cleavage, clacked their Louboutin heels up a SoHo staircase one muggy May evening.Īt the landing, visibly breathless and sweaty, their eyes lit up. Then again I’ve never been too convinced about anyone who makes it a habit of making sure their shiny self is always captured by the likes of PMC photo ops (not that I have an issue with Patrick McMullan, he’s just a smart businessman filling in a very serious need for those of us in the city looking for self elevation).īegins the observer’s journalist, Daniel Edward Rosen who is desperate to come off as F Scott Fitzgerald‘s own real live Nick Carroway: True maybe, but I’m not convinced and I suspect many of you out there aren’t either. That said I came across the following article courtesy of the NY Observer that attempts to posit three ‘gentlemen’ (can we use that word nicely?) Edward Scott Brady, Tabber Benedict and the unlikely Justin Ross Leeas the doyen of what is on the up, delightful, tasteful and very desirable.
Image via guestofaguestīeing a social commentator and a reluctant peruser for what passes as society in NYC can be an exhausting and thankless task.
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