Nicole Miller
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25TH ANNIVERSARY

FASHIONABLE FRIENDSHIPS … FAG BREAKS
WITH CANDACE BUSHNELL … PUMPING FOR
LOVE … ALL IN GEORGE WAYNE’S GLORIOUS
NEW YORK ORBIT THIS MONTH

In this world of high fashion, filled with evil piranhas and back-biting barracudas, it’s a welcome respite to spend time with genuine fashionistas. There are a few good souls in this dog-eat-dog business and I choose to cultivate friendships with good, cool people like Nicole Miller and Donna Karan, to name but two. It is without hesitation, then, that when summoned to join them for an event, I am there with bells on.
The quintessential all-American fashion designer, Nicole Miller recently celebrated her 25th year in the business with a wonderful dinner party for her friends and business associates. And I have to tell you, it was a tremendous honour, when I arrived at a hip Bowery boîte The Chinatown Brasserie, to find I was to be seated at the most important table of all – hers. And rightly so – my friendship with Nicole goes back some 15 or more years. We first bonded when we were part of a chosen group of New Yorkers invited to visit Miami way, way back before South Beach became the American Riviera. We were the wildcatters personally asked by the then Mayor of South Beach to come visit, take a look, and see if this indeed could be a place where the hip could revel. On that fist visit to SoBe, there were but two or so hotels on Ocean Drive; we were sequestered at The Park Central, the first of 18 South Beach properties developed by real estate developer Tony Goldman, widely considered the founding father of South Beach. Goldman, who has a knack for turning around declining historical districts, was also a driving force behind the transformation of New York’s SoHo in the 1970s. During dinner, Nicole and I happily regaled fellow diners – including Stan Herman and Fern Mallis, the mavericks who created New York Fashion Week, ageless socialite Ann Dexter-Jones and uber-fashion show producer Kevin Krier – with tales of how we were the first to discover South Beach. Of course, Nicole had to mention how she would be up early roller-blading along the promenade, while I was stumbling back to my hotel from some nightclub. Oh those were the days!

MEANWHILE, OUTSIDE…
A BATTLE OF THE TV VIXENS
WAS RAGING…

Later that evening, I enjoyed a cigarette break with another fabulous dinner guest, Candace Bushnell. I couldn’t wait to quiz the sex columnist-cum-authoress-cum-television producer about her much anticipated new television show Lipstick Jungle, adapted from her 2005 book of the same name and, of course, about her falling out with television producer Darren Star. Star bought the rights to her first book, Sex and the City, making it the international phenomenon it later became. Star and Bushnell no longer speak. Of course, this has a lot to do with the theory that she was basically bamboozled out of the millions and millions and millions of dollars spawned by the tales of Carrie & co. This time, she is reading the contracts more carefully. Lipstick Jungle, starring Brooke Shields, has been acquired by NBC as the jewel of its fall schedule. It follows the lives of three-powered friends in New York: “These women aren’t looking for Mr Big, they are Mr Big” boasts the tagline. Of course, this time there is no involvement whatsoever with Darren Star. But, proving what a barracuda he is, Star’s gone and developed a knock-off version of his own called Cashmere Mafia, starring the fabulous Lucy Liu. “Sweetie, I can’t be worried about what he is doing,” was all she would be drawn to say on the subject – puff, puff. Suffice to say, for us here in Gotham, this will be the battle royale of autumn 2007: Lipstick Jungle v Cashmere Mafia. May the best vixens win...

RUBBING SHOULDERS
-AND BICEPS-
WITH THE KENNEDYS

The evening also benefited Nicole’s favourite charity, Riverkeeper, which helps keep New York’s Hudson River and its tributaries clean and pollution-free. Robert F Kennedy Jr, vice-chair, rose during the fourth course to give the most eloquent, heartfelt speech. I tell you: those Kennedys have a talent for tugging the heartstrings. “This [fashion] is an industry that by nature can be frivolous,” he opined, “but Nicole Miller is a designer with not only style but substance.” I was as impressed as the rest of the party, who flocked to congratulate Mr Kennedy on his speech. I had to grab an arm to get his attention; oh my, I thought to myself, he also has enormous biceps. Very impressive.