Jennifer Aniston, Tobey Maguire, Meg Ryan! The Fashion Week Party You Wish You Went To
- C'mon, Get App-y: For Some iPhone Users, Profusion of Programs Is Just ... Irritating
- DJ Cassidy's 28th Birthday Party Was Last Night—and He Still Hasn't Slept!
- Desperate Restaurants? Semi-Annual "Week" Will Probably Ooze, Like a Molten Chocolate Cake, Past Labor Day
- The History of Jazz, by Darcy James Argue
- Maazel's Big Mahler Toodle-Oo: Grand, But a Tad Technical
Monday evening, the most celeb-packed event in town may not have been the photographer-infested Marc Jacobs show, but an all-but-unpublicized affair across town that took place concurrently—we can only assume this was intentional, in hopes that the fashion machine would be otherwise occupied—on far West 31st Street, where David Arquette and Ben Harper were launching their organic clothing line, Propr, at a bash that doubled as Mr. Arquette's birthday party.
There was no red carpet, no flashbulbs. We stepped into the freight elevator, and as it was about to close, in popped Meg Ryan, in jeans and black corduroy blazer. She stood there awkwardly while everyone tried to pretend that Meg Ryan hadn't just stepped into the elevator. (Note: Her face looked much less scary in person than it has in her last few movies).
Upstairs, there was no clothing immediately in evidence, and no models, but there was a buffet featuring macaroni and meatloaf, and a bunch of people milling about sipping red wine, almost none of whom we recognized from other fashion shows this week. Toby Maguire snaked through the crowd, unmolested. Laura Dern, Mr. Harper's wife, chatted with Ms. Ryan. Eventually we glimpsed one photo shoot in progress, in the corner of the loft, directed by Mr. Harper himself. A lone model stood in a red dress against a screen, swaying in a wind machine. After some time she was joined by a man in a plaid shirt. This was a new and interesting way of presenting a clothing line! But clothes weren't really the focus here.
Nearby, a small stage was set up, from which Mr. Harper was to eventually entertain the crowd. Alas, we were late to the Marc Jacobs show. On our way out, the elevator opened and there stood Jennifer Aniston, in jeans, expectant and smiling. Of course!
"Hi!" she cried, and rushed past us into the elevator.
- More:
- Style |
- The Daily Transom |
- Ben Harper |
- Jennifer Aniston |
- Laura Dern |
- Meg Ryan |
- Tobey Maguire



Our New Lieutenant Governor, Our Old Senate
Jay-Z Close to Book Deal With Spiegel & Grau
CNN's John Zarrella on Landing the Bubbles Scoop and His Love of Freaky Florida Stories
Wells Tower Leaves ICM For Andrew Wylie
It's Miller Time! The Affable King of Comps Aims at Rentals
Anything Goes at Shakespeare in the Park!
The Malaise-Proofing of Michael Bloomberg
C'mon, Get App-y: For Some iPhone Users, Profusion of Programs Is Just ... Irritating
Uiklyolip
propecia online - propecia order zithromax - zithromax buy xenical - xenical buy levitra online - levitra buy ultram - ultram fioricet - fioricet valium - valium acomplia online - acomplia buy prozac online - prozac ativan online - ativan