It's an Oleg Type of Day

How shallow can you get when you awake thinking of Oleg Cassini? I was shopping at a kookie store here on Friday, Beatnix, when I spotted a rather nice shirt. It was sort of what I do best in: conservative funkie. Like every queen, I immediately looked at the label. This is when I nearly DIED; the label read Oleg Cassini. My mother was an Oleg freak when I was child and one of the most beautiful shirts I ever owned was a gray Mondrian Oleg Cassini she bought me. My mother was one of those pre-woman's liberationists who defied every part of Rhode Island convention. I always wondered what "Fredericks of Hollywood" meant when I would put on her white, spiked heels. My grandmother abhorred her and my mother just did anything she could to push my grandmother to the grave just a little faster.

This is a picture of my ex. We are friends again, and for that and the three dogs I am happy. We were going to one of Richard Trainor's "Turn About" parties where boys dress as girls and girls dress as boys. My ex had gone out that day looking for a sweet dress and came home with this sequinned number; it needed a little tacking in the back, and when I looked at the label I nearly DIED. The label read Oleg Cassini. I asked him if he knew what he had found for ten dollars and he had no clue. I told him that Oleg had been the personal designer to Jackie Kennedy and her sister Lee Radziwill; I also told him that I would take control of this dress after the party. I still have this dress in one of my closets; I like to take it out every now and then and look at it and think about the history of the woman who first purchased it. It is the perfect size of my mother and another friend, Carmina Marcial has my mom's white, Frederick's shoes.