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Tem muita gente ligando pra comentar ou perguntar o que achamos do prêmio Moda Brasil. Eu estou em pleno fechamento de KEY, mas decidi postar alguns comentários.
A primeira das perguntas. Sim, achei meio absurdo o site EP não estar indicado. Acho muito merecedora a vitória do Chic, site-referência da minha querida amiga Gloria Kalil. Estamos no ar desde 2001, contando na última temporada de moda mais de cinco milhões de impressões.
2. Não sabia que Ianire Soraluce era esse fenômeno todo! Durante a apresentação dos indicados na categoria Revelação, muita gente perguntou para o colega ao lado de quem se tratava.
3. Fiquei meio constrangida com todos os números musicais, sobretudo Wanderléia, em longo pout-pourri. As duas versões de Wagner Moura para Waldick Soriano pareciam um grande deboche a tudo aquilo, ode a uma cafonice fora de lugar. Tão fora de lugar que o ator emendou com um assassinato de Radiohead em "Creep", entoando os versos "I don't belong here….".
Obviamente, a exceção fica por conta do mito Maria Bethânia, privilégio vê-la em qualquer lugar ou situação. Encheu o palco com sua elegância despojada e simples. E o talento, a presença, a voz etc. etc. etc.
4. A ausência de diretores de arte na categoria Melhor Campanha reflete como esse Mercado é carente no Brasil. Oskar Metsavaht, respondendo a material da Folha que creditava a ele cargo diplomático, diplomaticamente mencionou Giovanni Bianco na Arezzo e explicou de que maneira ele cria suas campanhas e suas coleções.
5. Muitos vencedores sequer entenderam seus prêmios. Duda Molinos foi o mais sincero, como sempre, falando que pouco trabalhou neste ano… Felipe Veloso, de tão surpreso, caiu em lágrimas, num emocionante e verdadeiro momento.
6. Regina Casé, em look branco de Claudia Kopke, foi quem segurou a onda do prêmio, com seu timing sempre preciso. Mas ficou um pouco sobrecarregada por ter que apresentar, anunciar as categorias e chamar o vencedor, entregar o prêmo e dar beijinho. Faltaram mais convidados pra o lado esquerdo do palco, que poderia ter ganho um cenário mais elaborado do que separar as sílabas da palavra MODA. Ainda sobre Regina, sensacionais os momentos em que ela corrigiu ter errado o nome de Dudu Bertholini e a hora em que começou a enrolar e explicou o porquê, dizendo que ‘não estava louca’!!! rs
7. Poderiam ter pego para ajudar a multitarefas Regina Casé algumas das muitas atrizes globais que interpretavam a interminável parte as máximas da moda. Não fez diferença nenhuma e os microfones estavam baixos…
8. Em meio a muitas perguntas sobre o que vestiam os convidados, somente um repórter de "O Globo" queria saber quais os reflexos da crise global no varejo de moda brasileiro. Achei engraçada a enquete que perguntava quantos minutos levamos para nos vestir para o prêmio.
9. Achei muito bonitas as produções de quem entrou em cena, e junto ao público não cheguei a observar nenhum fashion mistake…
10. A chuva absurda da noite de ontem parecia um castigo fashion dos deuses, querendo ensopar modelões, derreter maquiagens e estragar penteados…!
Algumas presenças importantes foram sentidas no evento. Eu mesma confesso que cheguei a cogitar não ir, por conta do item 1 deste post. Mas depois pensei melhor e decidi não levar essas coisas tão a sério. Premiações em geral são subjetivas, como bem sei pelos Melhores da Noite Ilustrada, que fiz por dez anos. Mesmo de eleições podemos discordar!
Claro que o reconhecimento pelo trabalho que fazemos é gostoso, mas é importante não deixar a vaidade falar mais alto. Não fomos indicados como site nem a revista KEY ganhou, mas não tem problema, essas coisas são assim mesmo… De verdade. Nada disso vai tirar o foco do que fazemos aqui na House of Palomino, e tenho a certeza de que todo mundo ali presente rala tanto quanto a gente aqui! Por isso quis ir, ver os amigos, ver a festa, torcendo para que o Moda Brasil tenha continuidade e possa reverenciar talentos como o de Francisco Costa.
Da minha parte, foquei minha vaidade onde é cabível _fui ao cabeleireiro à tarde, dediquei alguns minutos para a escolha da cor do esmalte e do batom, gostei de me arrumar com um lindo vestido preto de ombreiras do André Lima, me joguei no escarpin Alaia, e entrei orgulhosa no Teatro Municipal de braços dados com meu filho Pedro, lindo, de paletó, acompanhada ainda da minha bem-vestida equipe, toda em Ricardo Almeida e Neon.
E pra terminar a noite, Pedro me deu lírios que roubou ali mesmo no saguão. Disse que era meu prêmio de Melhor Mãe. Arrasei!!!
Beijos premiados
Palo
PS. Não fiquei chateada por ter perdido como Melhor Revista, fiquei chateada mesmo de ter perdido o Benicio del Toro na Disco!!!
Leia o que Biti Averbach e Ricardo Oliveros acharam do prêmio
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The 3 P.M. Brunch With the 4 A.M. Vibe By BEN DETRICKNOV. 16, 2011 Continue reading the main story Share This Page Share Tweet Pin Email More Save Photo An enthusiastic reveler parties to a performance by Roxy Cottontail, a promoter, at Eat Yo Brunch at Yotel on 10th Avenue, where the $35 brunch allows patrons to eat and drink for two hours. Credit Deidre Schoo for The New York Times BRUNCH, an occasion for flapjacks, Bloody Marys and meandering conversation, is traditionally the most sluggish of meals. But a smorgasbord of clubby New York restaurants have transformed lazy midday gatherings into orgies of overindulgence with blaring music, jiggling go-go dancers and bar tabs that mushroom into five figures. No, boozy brunches aren’t new. Inspired by the daytime debauchery on Pampelonne Beach in St.-Tropez, where jet-setters arrive by Ferrari and yacht, early iterations began at Le Bilboquet on the Upper East Side in the early ’90s, and spread to meatpacking district flashpoints like Bagatelle and Merkato 55 in 2008. But more recently, these brunches have been supersized, moving from smaller lounges to brassy nightclubs like Lavo and Ajna. The party blog Guest of a Guest has taken to calling it the “Battle of the Brunches.” “Not everyone gets to run to the beach or jump on a plane,” said Noah Tepperberg, an owner of Lavo in Midtown, which started its brunch party a year ago. “If you want to leave your house on the weekend, brunch fills that void.” On a recent Saturday, Mr. Tepperberg stood in Lavo’s basement kitchen, surrounded by meat slicers and employees readying confectionary “poison apples” for a Halloween party for a pre-split Kim Kardashian. Upstairs, patrons in costumes danced atop tables and chairs, bobbing to the carnival syncopation of Jay-Z and Kanye West’s “Paris.” Confetti and blasts of fog filled the air. Continue reading the main story Related Coverage slideshow The Brunch Party Takes Over Clubs NOV. 16, 2011 Advertisement Continue reading the main story It was 3 p.m. “People walk in and say, ‘I can’t believe this is going on right now,’ ” Mr. Tepperberg said. The brunch bacchanalia shows no sign of running dry. The Mondrian SoHo is starting Scene Sundays this month at its Imperial No. Nine restaurant. In Las Vegas, the original Lavo started a Champagne brunch a few weeks ago. Similar affairs have bubbled up in Boston, Los Angeles and Washington. For those looking to replicate the formula, here’s a guide to some of New York’s frothiest. Day and Night Ajna Bar (25 Little West 12th Street, dayandnightnyc.com); Saturday, noon to 6 p.m. This extravagant French-themed party landed in October at Ajna Bar in the meatpacking district, after dousing the Hamptons, Art Basel in Miami and the Oak Room in the Plaza Hotel with rosé. Beneath an industrial skylight and fluttering flags from the United Kingdom, France and Israel, well-heeled patrons pumped their fists and posed for purse-lipped Facebook photos, racking up huge tabs every Saturday. “I understand there’s a lot of people out there going through hard times,” said Daniel Koch, the promoter who helped start the Day and Night parties at Merkato 55. “But what you want to do with your money is your business.” SIGNAL TO DANCE ON TABLES “If you’ve been sprayed with Champagne, make some noise!” a hype man will shout between piercing dance tracks from Robyn, Calvin Harris and Oasis. Dancers in orange bathing suits will emerge; pipes will blast jets of fog. In a dangerously drunken take on a bar mitzvah ritual, a man spooning dessert out of a giant bowl will be seated on a chair and lifted high into the air by his cronies. BRUNCH SET Club-savvy guests seem piped in from Miami, Monaco and Merrill Lynch. “I’m from the South, so drinking during the day is not new to me,” said a woman who wore a Diane Von Furstenberg dress but not the necessary wristband to enter the V.I.P. area. Outside, near a black Aston Martin coupe, a young man wearing paint on his face and sunglasses delved into socioeconomics. “We’re the 1 percent,” he said to a woman, matter of factly. THE BUFFET The Nutella-stuffed croissants ($12) cater to Europeans, while a gimmicky $2,500 ostrich egg omelet (with foie gras, lobster, truffle, caviar and a magnum of Dom Perignon) is for aspiring Marie Antoinettes. Champagne bottles start at $500; packages with several bottles of liquor and mixers for mojitos or bellinis are $1,000. The check can be sobering. “You didn’t look at the price of the Dom bottle!” a man barked into his iPhone, to a friend who apparently ditched before paying. “It’s $700!” STILL-HOT ACCESSORY Slatted “shutter shades” live on at Day and Night. DID THE D.J. PLAY “WELCOME TO ST.-TROPEZ”? Yes. Lavo Champagne Brunch Lavo (39 East 58th Street, lavony.com); Saturday, 2 to 6:30 p.m. Smog guns. Confetti cannons. Piñatas. Masked masseuses. Dancers in Daisy Duke shorts (some on stilts, obviously). Since last November, this Italian restaurant has roiled with the energy and pageantry of Mardi Gras. At the recent Halloween party, Slick Rick, an old-school rapper with an eye patch and glinting ropes of jewelry, lethargically performed several ’80s hits. Some of the younger “Black Swans” in attendance were unsure of his identity. “Is he big in London?” asked an Australian woman wearing a top hat. SIGNAL TO DANCE ON TABLES Caffeinated anthems like Pitbull’s “Hey Baby” and Roscoe Dash’s “All the Way Turnt Up” are accentuated by processions of bouncers carrying women above them in tubs, like Cleopatra on a palanquin. Polenta pancakes taking up precious square footage? Just kick them aside with your stilettos. Newsletter Sign Up Continue reading the main story Open Thread Newsletter A look from across the New York Times at the forces that shape the dress codes we share, with Vanessa Friedman as your personal shopper. You agree to receive occasional updates and special offers for The New York Times's products and services. See Sample Privacy Policy Opt out or contact us anytime BRUNCH SET Share Champagne spritzers with willowy model types and inheritors of wealth. The scrum on an October afternoon included the son of a Mongolian dignitary, six scions of Mexican plutocracy wearing novelty somberos, and at least one supermodel. “She’s everywhere,” said Mr. Tepperberg, as the nymph, whose name he couldn’t remember, disappeared into the jungle of merriment. THE BUFFET With the emphasis on tabletop dancing, Italian trattoria offerings (margherita pizzas for $21, and lemon ricotta waffles for $19) are often abandoned underfoot and sprinkled with confetti. Proving alcohol reigns supreme here, ice buckets are carefully shielded with napkins. Bottle service rules: Moët Brut is $195 and liquor starts at $295. Balthazar and Nebuchadnezzar sizes surge toward the $10,000 mark. RISKY ROSé Alcohol and high-altitude dancing can be perilous: there was a brief hullabaloo in one corner when several women took a tumble. DID THE D.J. PLAY “WELCOME TO ST.-TROPEZ”? Yes. Eat Yo Brunch Yotel (570 10th Avenue, yotel.com); Sunday, 11 a.m. to 4 p.m. If spending thousands of dollars makes your stomach turn, this newish party at Yotel is more easily digested. This affably cartoonish affair, held at the space-age hotel in Hell’s Kitchen with the design aesthetics of a Pokémon, draws a gay-friendly crowd lured northward by Patrick Duffy, a promoter. “There’s a lot of pressure in night life,” Mr. Duffy said. “But I feel like Sunday is a comedown. It doesn’t have to be perfect.” SIGNAL TO DANCE ON TABLES These connoisseurs of brunch wear designer shoes too stylish for tromping atop omelets. With a D.J. spinning dance tracks from LeLe and Earth, Wind & Fire, guests sip bellinis at the bar or banter at long communal tables. The performers are looser. One afternoon, Roxy Cottontail, a pink-haired promoter, vamped around the sunken dining area with a microphone. “Don’t make kitty pounce,” she rapped, before climbing atop a table. 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