FBLA went to Radar’s party at the Standard Hotel last night and had a surprisingly good time. There’s always that moment, when fully dressed, one thinks, “To hell with it”, and decides to climb out of the pumps and stay home and eat in front of the tv.
But we went and were glad we did (although David Carr’s predictions were way off.) The magazine’s check-in chick had actually heard of FBLA. She directed us towards the PR guy who pointed out Maer Roshan, Tinsley Mortimer and Fabiola Beracasa, and more importantly, the bar. The Patron tequila people thought a solid ice bar would be just dandy, but they were wrong. We spent a great deal of time dragging people over to meet the half-frozen bartender, just to make sure she didn’t die of hypothermia.
Chatting with the boys from Patrick McMullan, we learned that they’ll be shooting the Vanity Fair party and they didn’t need a date for that, thanks. Clint Spaulding, besides shooting for McMullan, is working with the Maysles, which made him the coolest person in the room, not that he knew it.
HuffPost’s Julia Allison and her cute blonde friend, Via Osgood, were trying to get people to look at her camera and yap about Radar. She’s got a unique approach–look a little lost and maybe someone will help you. We steered her to the man-candy: Mickey Kaus, Andrew Breitbart and Jay Alexander. We rescued Matthew Belloni, editor of Hollywood Reporter Esq.–or maybe it was the other way around, as she thought he was an agent, with CAA or Endeavor.