Byline: Aileen Mehle
In her new one, “The Cell,” due this summer from New Line, Jennifer Lopez plays a child therapist helping to solve a murder. They say Jen has promised to keep her old-school tie on while she tries to help the kiddies solve their own problems.
Joely Richardson, Vanessa Redgrave’s daughter, costars with Minnie Driver and David Duchovny in the imminent “Return To Me.” You’d think that being a member of one of the most famous dynasties of stage and screen would make Joely the essence of cool, but she says that acting with some of Hollywood’s megastars is somewhat daunting. This summer she’s up there costarring with Mel Gibson in Columbia’s historical biggie, “The Patriot.” Says Joely, “I wasn’t camera-shy, I was Mel-shy.” Maybe she heard he has seven kids at home.
Eleanor Lambert has been everywhere and done everything at least twice — from spending a night in a sleeping bag in Outer Mongolia to sleeping between silken sheets while cruising the Greek Isles on one of the world’s greatest yachts. She was among the first women to be lovingly photographed by Cecil Beaton. She created public images of such American fashion designers as Bill Blass, Oscar de la Renta and Calvin Klein and was the skillful public relations force behind designing women Claire McCardell, Adele Simpson and Pauline Trigere. She could write volumes and has. She was the woman behind the Coty Awards, the Council of Fashion Designers of America, the International Best Dressed List and that landmark fashion event at the Chateau de Versailles in 1973, when five American fashion designers and their collections not only made Seventh Avenue an international name but stole the show from the haughty Parisians. As Mary McFadden said, “Without Eleanor Lambert, Seventh Avenue would still be in the cutting room unknown.”
So now the National Osteoporosis Foundation will honor Eleanor at their luncheon on April 14 at the Hotel Pierre, kicking off osteoporosis month in New York. She is being celebrated for her effective contribution to women, not only for her influence on fashion and beauty but as a role model for working wives and mothers as long as 50 years ago, before such a thing hardly existed.
Eleanor’s friend Geoffrey Beene describes her as “the same in her personal life as in her business life, all woman, both compassionate and tender, character traits difficult for a lesser person to maintain.”
The legendary model Carmen Dell’Orefice, NOF’s official spokesperson, is the chairman of the lunch, and the committee includes such as Anne Slater, Olympia Dukakis, Geoffrey Beene, Oscar de la Renta, Bill Blass, Mary McFadden, Kitty D’Alessio, Carolina Herrera, the Tony Randalls, Grace Mirabella, Katie Ford and even more of the biggest names in fashion design plus people of style known around the world. Brava, Eleanor, brava!
Last spring, the late renowned interior decorator Mark Hampton’s giant talent was paid tribute at a special exhibition of more than 400 drawings and watercolors he had done for his clients, his family and friends. Beyond that, the generosity of those friends and clients led to the creation of the Mark Hampton Fellowship at the New York School of Interior Design, which will benefit students there for years to come. Now Gayfryd and Saul Steinberg, noted for their taste and scholarship, have graciously offered to open their apartment at 740 Park Avenue, a Rosario Candela building, for an intimate look at its breathtaking interiors designed by, yes, Mark Hampton. Donors to the Mark Hampton Fellowship Fund have been invited to the apartment for a cocktail reception on Tuesday hosted by Mark’s wife, Duane, and his daughters, Kate and Alexa, along with the Steinbergs. The apartment has been sold, and the Steinbergs will be leaving it very soon, so this is perhaps a once in a lifetime chance to see what many consider to be the most magnificent apartment in all New York City.
Next week will be Manni week in New York. Who is Manni, you ask? The creme de la creme of international society would never have to ask that question. Because they know only too well that that is the nickname of Princess Marianne Sayn-Wittgenstein, who travels the world and knows everyone in it, even though she spends most of her time at her beautiful house in Austria in the middle of “The Sound of Music” country. Because she is a superb amateur photographer who goes where the big-name action is (if they don’t come to her), she has another nickname, Mamarazza, given to her by Princess Caroline. When someone said Manni was like the paparazzi, Caroline said no, she’s Mamarazza, and it stuck. It’s the name of her new book filled with the most marvelous photos of the most glittering, gorgeous, richest, most important people at play spanning the Fifties, Sixties, Seventies, Eighties and Nineties, 50 years of glamour and gaiety. Naturally, Manni’s many New York friends have rallied round with parties galore. Kenneth Jay Lane is giving her a luncheon. Daisy and Paul Soros are giving her a tea. Patricia Patterson and Poppi Thomas are each giving dinners. And Nan and Tommy Kempner will give her a book party as soon as they get back from Nassau. When they let her up a minute, our social historian will be meeting the press — she’s here to sell her book, you know, and raising her faithful Brownie. Dear Manni.