Posted By Alyssa Shelasky

It’s the morning after a marathon night of partying.
We started at the Veuve Clicquot house for a private performance by Vanessa Carlton. The concert was so elegant and intimate that I had to pinch myself to make sure it was happening. She was radiant and real, bolting out ballads about heartbreak and, well, more heartbreak. All in all, a true Hamptons memory. Thanks, girl.

We trickled on over to the Inca fashion show at The Estate, where Topher Grace sat in the front row looking dapper and lovely (even if little). Shadow PR hosted the event - and the unanimous vote is that they throw the best parties of the summer. The music was pumping, the models were mesmerizing, and the crowd was the ultimate “it” clique. Ali Fatourechi from Genetic Denim was the hot guy of the hour, while Allie Smith, from Armani Exchange, dazzled our eyes as always.

Last but never least, Mr. Mitvah. Some might call him Mister Insanity. Or, Mister Shocking. Or, Mister Party God. Or, Mister Orgy. It really depends on your experience. The crowd consisted of eccentrics like Michael Musto, a bunch of men in hot pink Spiderman speedos, and 4 bus-loads of NYC ladies ready to party their fishnets off. The general rule was go crazy or go home! I wanted to go crazy. Sadly, my (prude!) friend wanted to go home. So I’ll leave the rest of the reporting to my co-writers, who all came in capes and whips and other priceless, provocative costumes. Assuming they survived…

This entry was posted on Sunday, July 22nd, 2007 at 1:19 and is filed under parties, nightlife .