Haddon was a wordsmith and the term was breezy and smart-alecky, reflecting the “who cares” economic euphoria America was swimming in in the late 1920s. The automotive age was in full swing; the country was getting out and about drinking bootleg liquor and bathtub gin. It was Prohibition in name (and law) only because people were boozing everywhere and flaunting it (breaking the law), and even killing themselves with it. In Manhattan, the flappers and the jazz babies, dressed to kill, were out on the town, hitting the speaks, celebrating the new freedom, dancing and drinking up a storm.
The socialites were the coolest (a word not yet in the vernacular) of the pack because they had nothing but time and money. They frequented first the speakeasies, and then after the Repeal of Prohibition, the clubs like the Stork and El Morocco. They dressed to the nines—the women in gowns and jewels and the men in white tie or black tie. They mingled with theatre people and movie stars who aped their style, adding dash and glamour to it. They were the “socialites.”
“She made rebellion chic.”
I know I should know this one better. Her real name is Barbara which explains why she stuck w/ her cute nick name. She was inducted into the International Best Dressed List in 1958. (God, I dind’t know there was such a thing) She was an inspiration to Capote along w/ Gloria Guiness and may have been part of the character he used for Holly Golightly. “Babe Paley had only one fault,” commented her one-time friend Truman Capote. “She was perfect. Otherwise, she was perfect.” Hmmmm. maybe too perfect
Famous for her smoking, partying, cursing, and dressing up, Nan was the ultimate good-time-girl clotheshorse. As one panelist put it, lamenting her death, “Of the breed that doesn’t bore you with yoga.” She was known to have the largest collection of YSL in the world. She was Addicted to haute couture, she entertained on a grand scale, while fitting in regular trips to London, Paris, Gstaadt, Venice and the Caribbean for fashion shows, parties, skiing and sun-bathing.
Over the years, she built up a collection of gowns that was worthy of a museum and when her collection outgrew their 16-room apartment in Manhattan, she converted their children’s former bedrooms into walk-in wardrobes. She once said, “I wouldn’t miss the opening of a door”
First “girl with society name to work the media for leverage,” she was “a breaking point,” laying the groundwork for Tinsley Mortimer and Paris. She is the daughter of C.Z. Guest who was one of Truman Capotes faves.
” Lois Long’s columns were laced with a wicked sort of sexual sense of humor. She openly flouted sexual and social conventions. She was a favorite of Harold Ross who was the original editor of The New Yorker and who couldn’t have been more different from Long if he had tried. He was a staid and proper Midwesterner, and she was absolutely a wild woman. She would come into the office at four in the morning, usually inebriated, still in an evening dress and she would, having forgotten the key to her cubicle, she would normally prop herself up on a chair and try to, you know, in stocking feet, jump over the cubicle usually in a dress that was too immodest for Harold Ross’ liking.”
Brenda Frazier sat on a wall.Brenda Frazier had a big fall.Brenda Frazier’s falling down, falling down, falling down.Brenda Frazier’s falling down, my fair Minnie!
But apparently in reality, the term jet set could have been invented for her. This woman sounds awesome. According to an article I read,
“Peggy made the papers for spectacular parties in the 1950s, including one in which an elephant damaged the elevator. Years later, after Bancroft’s daughter was turned down by another co-op board, her father opined: “They probably felt you’d park a camel in the lobby.”