The bathroom had the famous poster for the Maysles' Brothers' film, of Little Edie, vamping in her turban in front of the old house. Otherwise Grey Gardens was redone to old specs with tasteful blue walls and white trim in the dining room, and plush chintz couches, and book lined rooms. You strain to imagine how it was: mother and daughter here, amidst the hedges, home to cats and bugs, a place like its inhabitants, gone to seed. Now, both Edies are famous after the Grey Gardens hit on Broadway, and thanks to Christine Ebersole's Tony winning performance in both roles. And now, owned by Ben Bradlee and Sally Quinn, Grey Gardens is the home all year (except August) of animal advocate Frances Hayward, founder of BeKind.org. Houses in East Hampton in magical neighborhoods such as this one, winding off Georgica Road, with lush gardens, where nooks and gazebos are nestled for discreet chatting, serve as perfect party places; this soiree featured the Humane Society of the United States' president Wayne Pacelle who addressed the crowd, including the attending animals. R. Couri Hay had his Cornelia (Guest) and Brooke (Astor). Designer Joanna Mastroianni brought her furry ball with red bow in a carrier.
Funny to see Patrick McMullen snapping away after reading a cheeky piece by Bob Morris in the Sunday paper about a photo exhibit featuring the guests at a zillion parties-- minus the New York Times Style section's most cheeky writer. In his “Age of Dissonance” rant, Morris posed as pissed. Soon Patrick snapped a shot of me with Frank Cilione and Ina da Silva. They were recovering from the night before: Prince had a private party at Cilione's new place, le Flirt, the former Tsunami on Three Mile Harbor; he arrived at 1:30 and stayed till 6:30, after his concert at the Ross School. Seems he had the place emptied, even of the deep pocket who had ordered Cristalle, and spun his own disks while the ladies in his posse danced up a storm. He is alleged to have consumed 4 Long Island iced teas, a lethal concoction of rum, vodka, triple sec, tequila, and something else. Even the bartender cringed when I asked for the recipe. This for a Jehovah's Witness! Upon hearing the news, a former girlfriend of Mick Jagger confided that the Rolling Stone played Prince in the bathroom. Russell Simmons, among the guests at Grey Gardens enjoying the sea bass, risotto and the most amazing sherbet bombe I have ever tasted, might know more about the mix of cocktails and faith and what that does to you on Sunday morning. Seems that Prince was staying with him.