Studio Museum bonanza
Yvonne Delaney Mitchell | 2/14/2013, 12:23 p.m.
The much-anticipated annual Studio Museum gala recently took place and, more than ever, it lived up to its reputation of being the social event of the season. The ladies spend days preparing for the night; no hit-and-miss, last-minute, slapped-together outfits going on here. Everyone--men included--is done up to the nines. Ahhh, it's so refreshing, and though we don't have a fairy godmother waving her wand, it's a lot of fun to be able to spend time preparing for the ball. Perfect hair, perfect gown, perfect tux--oh, what a night. This year's event raised a whopping $1 million, with the beautiful queen of the ball herself, Thelma Gooden, director and chief curator of the Studio Museum, leading the pack with charm and grace.
Held at Cipriani Wall Street, the event was packed, but you knew it would be. Everyone looked so beautiful, it's hard to say who looked the most fab, but there were some standouts. Carol Sutton Lewis looked divine as the lady in red; she carried the dress off like a star, which isn't easy when your dress has a slight train. Corice Canton Arman was the height of sophistication in a sleek black gown with red sandals peeking out from underneath; as was Pat Bransford, with husband Don. Now her dress was interesting, black velvet with see-through lace in all the right places. I think I could see myself in that dress.
While Susan Fales-Hill didn't disappoint, the title of "prettiest ballgown of all" has to go to the one worn by Jean Shafiroff. It's not that the gown was to die for, it's just that she was put together so nicely; a strapless number, necklace to cover up the bareness and long elbow-length gloves in black, which must not have been easy to find. She was photographed with the dashing b. Michael, who of course was the ultimate in class. Honored was art collector Agnes Gund.
This week's raspberry award goes to Verizon. Dealing with them is like trying to follow a strand of spaghetti in a bowl the size of a vat. First of all, speaking with customer service is like speaking with someone from Mars, while Mercury is in retrograde. Everyone is very nice, and can read from the script so well; however, the quality of service is far below par. I could see if it was a company like Joe Shmoe, but this is Verizon we're talking about. Though Verizon is a multi-billion-dollar telecommunications corporation, they operate like they are still in the Stone Age, and somehow the words "deplorable" and "unconscionable" come to mind. There is definitely a yin-yang thing going on here. I spent a day and half just trying to get an already existing phone number transferred from Time Warner Cable (another story) back to Verizon on a line that was already "open." Simple in theory, yes, but, technically speaking for Verizon, no. The process was a megillah. Trying to get to one person who actually understood my request was like asking an Eskimo to fix a hot tamale.