PAUL WHARTON'S EVOLUTION LOOK AGENCY LAUNCHOctober 19th · Fly Lounge THE EVENT: The ever-fabulous Paul Wharton invited two hundred or so of his just-asfabulous friends to D.C. hot spot Fly Lounge to celebrate the launch of his modeling agency Evolution Look (www.evolutionlook.com). Oh, and it also happened to be his birthday (age not disclosed, of course). THE SCENE: What would you expect at the launch of a modeling agency? How about tables fi lled with bottles of Snowfl ake Vodka and Moet Chandon "Nectar" champagne chilled on ice manned by long-legged models and other fashion conscious types. Add in as many camera fl ashes as at a red carpet Oscar party and you have the ingredients for a ... fabulous night THE PEOPLE: Abigail Adams, Lily Greenway, Mary Barth, Richard Eidman, Omar Popal, Holly Wharton-Camp, Ray Regan, Pirooz Sarshar, David Halperin and Katherine Cartwright.
BECOMING FABULOUS Picture this: Washington, D.C. 1984, an unusually stylish little boy with visions of fame and fabulousness in his head, is perched in the back seat of a dark green Rolls Royce fi lled with the sounds of John Waite's "Missing You." In the front sits the boy's mother, Brenda and her best friend Vera Plummer - a glamorous and dynamic duo that were seldom seen apart. The car begins to slow down and the boy lowers his sunglasses to see a very familiar place: Garfi nkel's! The boy reapplies his Chapstick, adjusts his huge western belt buckle, makes sure his fitted Levi's jeans are neatly tucked into my (I mean "his") new cowboy boots and heads in to shop. "Vera look, it's Yves Saint Laurent!" Brenda exclaims, "Girl, this dress is bad." Unfortunately, the woman standing on the other side of the rack feels the same. A balle ensues. Soon, what started out as a harmless little spat has evolved into a duel of divas. Looking to end the fashion fracas, the boy stands front and center with hands perched on his hips as if to say, "Try it lady and I'll take off this 10-pound belt and wear you out." Luckily, his mother forces him to take two steps back to avoid becoming fashion road kill. The store's manager comes over to settle the dispute and Brenda, a woman who never gives up without a fi ght, pleads her case convincingly and is awarded the stunning little YSL dress. Brenda, Vera and the little cowboy head out to celebrate over Shirley Temples and Champagne, thus marking when the little boy learned that fashion in D.C. is a serious business.
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