I have a favorite scene from The Hills. It takes place at one of the main character’s houses, I forget which one—either Kristin’s or Whitney’s or Lauren’s—regardless, they are having a pool party. One of the girls, again, I’ve forgotten which one, any of the above, or maybe it was Audrina, goes to the front of the house to let in some boys (who are no doubt coming to stir up drama). As she is about to open the front gate, someone runs up and hits her in the face with a shovel.
It’s a classic (If you don’t remember this episode that’s probably because it takes place only in my dreams, but it remains my favorite, and not just because I love pool parties.)
The two seasons of The Hills I’ve watched make up the entirety of my reality TV consumption. I’ve never seen its spinoff, The City, but I understand it takes place in New York, and features Olivia Palermo, a beautiful young woman, socialite, and as of Wednesday night, a jewelry designer.
Palermo has teamed up Roberta Freymann, who owns some eponymous boutiques, frequented by Upper East Side ladies with a flare for color, to produce a series of necklaces, “inspired by their favorite cities of Paris, Berlin an of course Manhattan!”
If the pairing seems odd, it is, but I can easily see the jewelry pulling in a younger market. Save it to say Palermo looked ravishing, and her choice of printed dress was worthy of commendation. Neither she, nor Freymann could have been nicer.
Their launch party was similarly gentile. There were no camera crews or catfights, just bubbly drinks and bubbly WASPS and more color than any downtown boutique could ever permit within a 100-yard radius. I have to admit, I was charmed. As Joey Potter, that actual princess of prime time, might have said, “who’d a thunk it?”
I’m not sure what neighborhoods these three represent, probably not Greenpoint, Far Rockaway and Palaiseau One very satisfied customer
She’s suspicious, because, like me, all these colors, and scarves and beads remind her of gypsies. Roberta Freymann (right) and her sister. I don’t care what anyone says: the best shoe stores are still in Moscow.