Friday, April 23, 2010
Woke up today ... and felt horrible. The reason? I decided to go clubbing last night. Tyce Rachelier, awesome friend and neighbour invited me to the grand opening of his dad's newly bought club down at Madison's. It was pretty good, and obviously over-protective Tyce only let me have a couple of cocktails at the beginning. The upper east side are definitely serious about their partying. The guest list was full of those from prestigious families and the most sought after socialites; basically everyone who mattered was there. The press were obviously there, inside and out, snapping away at those who walked along that fabulous red carpet laid down at the entrance. I still think the kitchen entrance is much better. No waiting around for society's bitches to get a move on and blinding flashes of light. I obviously wanted to avoid as many familiar faces as possible and Tyce fully understood. His sister and my wonderful best friend, Celeste Rachelier took me around to a private room where we sipped on martinis till our hearts content and caught up on all the events that have happened since C came back to New York. She spent the last two years in Paris for boarding school, and so this is the first time I've really seen her as I've been hiding out at St. Regis. However ... we were interrupted half-way through the night by a very unexpected guest. Apparently I didn't get the news that Nicholas Vanderbilt had returned from London. I place the blame entirely on St. Regis. Celeste just winked at me and let us 'catch-up'. That bitch set us up ! Not that I hate her for doing so ... Nick was every bit as handsome as he was before he left for England, and maybe even more so. But I can't really rely on my judgments as I was already a little unstable from all the drinks; and him, being the perfect gentleman he is, helped me back to my hotel. I don't remember anything after passing out on the bed. I did find something interesting as I emptied out my LV this morning. A napkin with a number and call me. Maybe Nick wanted to catch up properly? So of course I dialled ... and got directed straight to voicemail. My message sounded so forced ! "Hey Nick! It's Lyna, Want to go grab brunch at the french cafe on Madison's tomorrow? Call me back." Now let's play the waiting game. xlyna Labels: Lee
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Friday, April 23, 2010 @ 4:54 AM
Woke up today ... and felt horrible. The reason? I decided to go clubbing last night. Tyce Rachelier, awesome friend and neighbour invited me to the grand opening of his dad's newly bought club down at Madison's. It was pretty good, and obviously over-protective Tyce only let me have a couple of cocktails at the beginning. The upper east side are definitely serious about their partying. The guest list was full of those from prestigious families and the most sought after socialites; basically everyone who mattered was there. The press were obviously there, inside and out, snapping away at those who walked along that fabulous red carpet laid down at the entrance. I still think the kitchen entrance is much better. No waiting around for society's bitches to get a move on and blinding flashes of light. I obviously wanted to avoid as many familiar faces as possible and Tyce fully understood. His sister and my wonderful best friend, Celeste Rachelier took me around to a private room where we sipped on martinis till our hearts content and caught up on all the events that have happened since C came back to New York. She spent the last two years in Paris for boarding school, and so this is the first time I've really seen her as I've been hiding out at St. Regis. However ... we were interrupted half-way through the night by a very unexpected guest. Apparently I didn't get the news that Nicholas Vanderbilt had returned from London. I place the blame entirely on St. Regis. Celeste just winked at me and let us 'catch-up'. That bitch set us up ! Not that I hate her for doing so ... Nick was every bit as handsome as he was before he left for England, and maybe even more so. But I can't really rely on my judgments as I was already a little unstable from all the drinks; and him, being the perfect gentleman he is, helped me back to my hotel. I don't remember anything after passing out on the bed. I did find something interesting as I emptied out my LV this morning. A napkin with a number and call me. Maybe Nick wanted to catch up properly? So of course I dialled ... and got directed straight to voicemail. My message sounded so forced ! "Hey Nick! It's Lyna, Want to go grab brunch at the french cafe on Madison's tomorrow? Call me back." Now let's play the waiting game. xlyna Labels: Lee
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sierra
drop that beat honey
history
18 years ago British supermodel Gemma Rose Darling met top tier photographer Nathaniel Cordacé at a Milan fashion week afterparty. She was a mere 19 years old, and he, 27. Both were successful in their respective industries, and an innocent love bloomed between the two. They were married on impulse on a beautiful sunny day in a quaint little Italian town where Nathan was born and they were happy for a year or two, a lifetime in the fashion industry. But soon enough the inevitable spoils of the high life took its toil on the couple. They divorced two years later and each went their own respective ways, albeit not on friendly terms.
The product of this union was a little girl born during one of the happier moments in their marriage. On the 11th of March, 1992, Sierra Cordacé came into the world. She was a sunny child, but she grew up way too fast. After her divorce with Nathaniel, Gemma Rose went back into the fashion industry and recreated her image as a catwalk siren. Through the course of 16 years, she remarried seven times- all to men with one thing in common: impossibly large bank accounts. Somehow or rather, the relationships always fizzled out with a messy divorce, leaving Gemma Rose with a solid chunk of her ex-husband's grand fortune and more than enough to satisfy her expensive tastes and leaving enough to fill up her own bank account nicely without the additional income of her modeling.
So in this manner Sierra grew up. Alternating between all that is glamorous in NYC and the quintessential high life in Italy, she took everything life threw at her in her stride. Currently, she is studying for her senior year at the prestigious Woodley East highschool in New York between constant parties and events, and boys. Of course.
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adelyna
sweet little girl
history
The 17 year old heiress of international company, Delights. Founded in 1888 by Elizabeth Ilene Wenshawe, the first store opened on Lexington Avenue New York. The confectionary store was an instant hit with the locals. It soon expanded across America and when technological advances permitted, the store took root in Europe, Australia, South America, and Asia. Delights has over 5000 specialty boutiques worldwide and many high-profile, licensed distributors.
Adelyna Lee was born in Sydney Australia, December 1st 1992 while her parents were on a business trip down under. Sydney still remains one of her favourite places in the world. Her mother, Isabelle Lee (neé Wenshawe) inherited the entire Delights Empire at the tender age of fifteen when Grandfather Charlie died of a sudden heart attack. Within the next five years, she graduated high school, finished her undergraduate studies at Boston University, took over the entire family business and married Matthew Lee, a successful businessman. Adelyna, or Lyna became the product of American and Chinese-Japanese backgrounds. She received her primary education in Asia, travelling between Shanghai and Kyoto. She attended high school in Australia for three years to strengthen her English before completing her secondary schooling in New York. She plans to attend university at some stage in the near future.
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