A Rosy Fund-Raising Arrangement
Gianfranco Ferre’s fall collection parading on a bevy of luscious models isn’t the only visual treat people will experience at the California Fashion Industry Friends of AIDS Project Los Angeles fund-raiser on Wednesday.
The east and west walls of the Century Plaza Hotel’s main ballroom will be blanketed with cream, white, peach and pale pink roses in a design that will resemble Impressionist paintings of roses, says Suzane LeMay from Les Sculptures Vivantes florist in West Los Angeles, who took on the herculean floral arrangement.
The two “rose quilts,” as LeMay likes to call them, measure 100 feet by 18 feet and will be composed of 52,000 roses--half grown in California, half grown in South America. There will also be roses made of silk from Texas and Kentucky.
Should anyone be inspired to re-create the idea for their next party, the retail cost would be $175,000--per wall.
As for labor, LeMay welcomes volunteers. Serious construction begins at midnight Tuesday after Vice President Al Gore, scheduled for an earlier event, exits the room. “Starting today, I’m going to be on major chocolate and coffee. My name’s on that wall,” says LeMay.
Golden Palate: In the weird food category, patrons of the Regent Beverly Wilshire were able to order from a special spa menu last month prepared by the chefs of Domaine du Royal Club Evian, a chic spa in Evian, France.
We don’t exactly live under a rock, but we had never heard, seen or experienced anything like what appeared on our plate.
Our entree consisted of filet of beef topped with a piece of gold leaf. When we inquired about the glittering accent spread across our steak, Alain Spieser of Club Evian said it was not only edible but “it’s zero calories.” (P.S. Gold is also tasteless.)
Crumbed Out: Speaking of food, arriving in our mailbox as a promotion for the new documentary feature “Crumb,” on the life of cartoonist R. Crumb, was a load of commercial tie-ins including R. Crumb’s Devil Girl chocolate bar (now selling at the Nuart, concurrent with the film’s release, for the total Crumb experience).
“Eat me!” implores a nasty looking babe on the wrapper. We decided to give it the mom test.
“It’s good,” said a Social Climes staffer’s plain-speaking mother. “But it’s no different from any different bar.”
