During Fashion Week, Aren't We All von Furstenbergs?
An enterprising reader figured out the secret to getting into any fashion week event in the city, and he shared it with us, so we're sharing it with you. We have no proof the following exchange, to get on the list for the H&M David LaChapelle party tomorrow night, is really true. But we also have no reason to think it isn't:
Me: Sorry for the delayed response. [Redacted] of Dianne von Furstenburg's studio will be attending on Wednesday with guest.
Them: Please send me more information regarding this RSVP and affiliation. Website or company email is preferred
Me: I'm her nephew. Would you like my assistant to fax you my birth certificate?
Them: Not necessary. See you at the party.
Notes Mr. Redacted: "That's all it takes? ... I can't even afford to live in Manhattan!" Of course that's all it takes. The secret to a good lie is specificity — "DVF's friend" never would have flown; "DVF's nephew" — with birth certificate to prove it — is much, much better.
Although we're trying to figure out exactly when birth certificates started listing aunts and uncles.
