Whilst Vogue might have Miss. V, Style.com the likes of Derek Blasberg (YUCK!), Tatler its Bystander pages and the Daily Telegraph the ever glamourous Celia Walden, party coverage is a serious profession for those who take a pile of invitations to be an afternoon of hardcore diary management and flurries of phone calls. So we are pleased to announce 'Mr. T' to The Established Man team. Think of him as a male Miss. V only he's not interested in your daughter's birthday party or any sort of supposed women's charity lunches for those who live in SW1, SW3 etc..we know your game ladies.
No Mr. T gets all over the shop and refuses to even contemplate writing copy. Garbled messages down the telephone will only do on whatever handset he's been given by whichever mobile phone company want him on side. We very rarely meet him properly..for he works a room like Nicky Haslam's mini-me and is thus off in a flash.
Alas its January some expect to find him on a beach in the Bahama's topping up his perma tan before returning for awards season and fashion weeks galore. When in Paris he's found at Le Baron were the door staff all know Monsieur T and over in New York...a regular jaunt but 'such a pain without Concord'... his favorite haunt is the Boom Boom Room atop the new Standard hotel, just ask for Mister Tee and they'll know if he's there. But rest assured if there's a party to be had he'll be there and loves a good lowdown the day after. Checking in with his numerous PA's (the turnover is on a par with Kelly Cutrone's interns) this week it seems Mr. T is away for the forseeable future but he'll be...or we will be...reporting on his behalf.
Let the parties commence.
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