Aug 29, 2019
T R E V O R H A N S O N + the doherty charity gala
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T R E V O R H A N S O N + the doherty charity gala
EVENT: DOHERTY CHARITY AUCTION
suit by YOHJI YAMAMOTO shirt by Balenciaga worn with Givenchy All-White Tyson high-tops
ROWAN FITZGERALD + DOHERTY CHARITY AUCTION [x]
HIDDNPCLMSHQ EVENT 002 - AUCTION NIGHT !
spotted: the gates of hidden palms swinging open for parents that ditched their children in their summer playground for a trip to the maldives or saint tropez. an influx of private jets and helicopters flying into our little town. we hear even those who have been absent all summer are finally making an appearance. rental houses and any reputable hotel nearby are all fully booked, welcoming the elitist back. and finally --- an assistant bursting out into tears, fleeing the doherty’s villa enroute to their therapist, clipboard tossed into the bushes entering their lyft with nothing but a mild case of ptsd. we hear it’s the third one this month - and it’s all thanks to the one and only mrs. doherty. this, we assume— can only mean one thing; the annual doherty charity auction is just around the corner.
party planners run in and out of the house, carrying large vases filled with the most beautiful arrangements - each more grandeur than the next. contractors coming in to turn their house into an opulent event space, removing any traces of home aside from a few photos of the host and her golden family. the villa has become a revolving door of chefs bringing the doherty’s their signature dishes in hopes that they’ll be chosen to cater one of summer’s most talked-about evenings.
paintings imported from italy and france, trips to exotic private islands, antique cars and everything in between are all what’s up for bid this year, all proceeds going to the youth in arts organization. as usual, mrs. doherty expects nothing but perfection in her house - everyone to be on their best behavior - it is a silent auction, after all. a strict formal dress code has been enforced and a date who’s been waltzing since the age of 6 (at the very least) is highly encouraged.
so finalize your fittings and looks for the evening; a trip to the tanning salon may not be needed but what about one to your facialist, to the waxing salon - or are you more of a laser person? hurry up and polish yourself into perfection - only 6 more sleeps and the night will be upon us.
OOC DETAILS UNDER THE CUT !
11:21 PM;
It’s about a fourteen minute drive outside of Hidden Palms— by the time you pull up, you find Uber Xs sidling down the long driveway and rounding the cul-de-sac like airport drop-off, and people milling about, talking and smoking near their parked cars; some are still dressed in finery from the gala, but most have arrived wearing shorter, tighter, more after-party-appropriate outfits. You wedge your vehicle between a purple Huracan and a heavy-looking Range Rover. Music spills from the house, a super-sized Hamptons home masquerading as a Beverly Hills mansion for the night, and you’re drawn in by the boosted bass, beating like a disembodied, electronic heart. Fingers wiggle at faces, shrieks of glee erupt; some of these people you recognize, many you don’t. As you slip through the front doors, you’re struck by how little this place resembles a home. They must have hired a decorator, you figure, looking around at blank walls awash with a pulsing disarray of colors— no family portraits on the mantle, just ashtrays, sleek vases, and a cursive neon wall sign warning all those who enter: NO BAD VIBES. There’s more to see outside; the whole party’s really out there, in the enormous backyard shrouded privately by dark oaks and elms, enclosing a salt-water infinity pool and a spacious jacuzzi with steam curling off it. The real showstoppers tower above you: twenty full-size palm trees, swaying in the night breeze, each one floodlit from below. They stand at attention on either side of the pool, whose waters are kaleidoscopic with colored strobes, the surface crowded with various pool toys— pineapple floats, beach balls, an inflatable swan dyed pink, then blue, then green in the changing light. Two make-shift bars are serving drink specials with cheesy names— Botox Bombshell, Rodeo Drive 75, OG Kush on the Rocks (with weed-infused vodka, of course)— and there’s a teakwood cabana, intended as a pool house, now converted into a DJ booth for two long-legged twins bobbing their heads to an endless succession of dance beats and clubby remixes.
And beyond that, behind the DJ booth and the food tent and the out-of-season sauna room storing fresh towels, past the clustered groups of models and NYC trustfund brats that have all turned out in droves, a stretch of land leads down to a private beach, the walkway completely dark except for some fairy lights strung along the railing. You find yourself here later, music pounding at your back; the dune grasses whisper and the ocean roars, climbing hungrily up the shore. Other party guests are barely visible along the beach, walking with drinks in hand, some of them paired off and reduced to shadows in the privacy of the dunes. You crane to look at the palms silhouetted behind you, shivering like black paper cut-outs in the breeze; and for a second, it’s actually hard to tell (or maybe just easy to forget), whether you’re not on the West Coast after all.
SOUNDTRACK.
HIDDNPCLMSHQ EVENT 001 - ALL ABOARD !
INCOMING TEXT FROM KIERAN HALLIDAY: ‘ the grand dame just got back from her trip around monaco. let’s take her for a spin and feel like kings of the mf world ? skip mass, it’s happening on sunday. unlimited booze, clothing optional ’
spotted: kieran halliday dining waterfront at le bilboquet. there’s a classic buzz that fills the summer hamptons, though, as loud as it is on a crowded patio with sparks of gossip and boats coming in and out of the dock, it can’t quite drown out the heated argument between two hot-headed halliday’s.
it’s a known fact that kieran and his father don’t get along - it’s also a known fact that every single time kieran gets into an explosive fight with his father, a wild party with little inhibitions is on the horizon.
we hear kieran walked out on dinner before his entree even arrived.
INCOMING TEXT FROM KIERAN HALLIDAY: ‘ we set sail at 6 so be there or swim to us. one (1) late lucky person will have access to my jet ski that i’ll leave at the dock. you’re welcome.’
OOC DETAILS BELOW THE CUT: