Kai Kuhne
February 8, 2007
National Arts Club
15 Gramercy Park South
Written by Cator
Sparks
Photographed by
Katherin Wermke
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Note to self Kai: Hire a fashion
show production firm!
Clearly the worst show of the week, starting well
over an hour late prompting many guests to flee
to bigger and better events, the end result was
a true embarrassment. His shows in the past have
been beautiful, on time and well run; clearly he
needs to make amends with Kelly Cutrone (Editorial
note: Kelly Cutrone has one friend at www.newyorkcool.com)
and work with her again.
Apparently the show began when two young girls marched
into the room wearing sarongs that were so wrong
they resembled curtains pulled from a Golden Girls
boudoir. What proceeded was a spastic collection
ranging from silver sheaths under pounds of Saga
fur, pink leopard dressed and what seemed to be
an old As Four rejected ball gown. The models didn’t
know where to go and were bumping into each other.
One came out in a swan-like feathery chubby and
as if the audience could not guess her resemblance
to a bird, she flapped her arms to imitate taking
flight; clearly she had the avian flu. To top it
all off, Kai sauntered through the parlor of the
National Arts Club sporting a laurel wreath perched
on his head, clearly proclaiming himself the King
of Kook.
Lets look on the bright side, the only place to
go from here is up!
Kai Kuhne and Admirer
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