Secret of Vintage Jewelry

It's at 80 West 40th St. I arrive at a locked office building. A party here? I think. But I see the sign for Olive & Alicia. That's what it says on the invitation. I wait. Some employee that's leaving lets me in. Feeling really important, I take the elevator up to the Pent House. No one seems to be there. Bags of garbage at my ankles, I tap on the glass door of an open office. "Have I got a guy for you!" I call in. I wait. Nobody's there. A woman in the elevator says that Olive & Alicia also have an office on the sixth floor. On the sixth floor, I find designers working on Olive & Alicia's fashions. I explain that like most writers, I'm lost. They tell me it's in the next building, right in the store.

The party is like a scene from Sex in the City. Next. Sushi, champagne, some of the most gorgeous women trying on fabulous clothes and shoes. (The writers get 20% off.) The press there. Alix Strauss, the editor, presiding over it like Samantha.

Here's the link to the article about it in Radar: (Ahem, I'm mentioned.)http://www.radaronline.com/exclusives/2008/05/have-i-got-a-guy-for-you.php#more