No one was talking to Emily Weiss. Not because no one wanted to — on any other evening, at any other event, the Glossier founder who built a cool-girl-aesthetic beauty empire would be flocked by enterprising fangirls. But on this night, in the 12th-floor penthouse of 45 East 20th Street at the opening of The Wing, an exclusive women’s-only social club, Weiss was only one of more than 100 notable women with whom to fraternize. Or would that be sororitize? Uninterrupted, Weiss ambled quietly through the space, snapping a picture with her iPhone here and there.
In the pastel-and-gold-tinted rooms, there were cubby areas with leather couches, a long library table with pink globular lamps, a café, 70 daytime lockers, a beauty room with five vanity mirrors and wallpaper with illustrated images of women doing yoga and hailing taxis, and two showers, stocked with Aesop, Living Proof, and, yes, Glossier products. There was also a library wall of books about and by women — Are Men Obsolete?, for one — color-coordinated and fanatically organized. On the café island lay a flat of mini cupcakes, and Mansur Gavriel–suited feet drifted across the blonde wood floors. One woman dressed in light pinks and purples, with a hair-braid crown dyed lavender, approached another woman dressed all in taupe, lightly touching her shoulder to say, “I love your monochromatic look.” The Wing was now open for business.
The party, catered by cult Lower East Side restaurant Dimes, was “a very adult sleepover” for the founding members of the club, a carefully curated group that includes writer Sloane Crosley, actress Natasha Lyonne, stylist Stacy London, Love & Hip Hop creator Mona Scott-Young, painter Marilyn Minter, model and trans activist Hari Nef, Lena Dunham (absent from the party), Vogue contributing editor Chloe Malle, Last Week Tonight writer Juli Weiner, editor Tina Brown, J.Crew president Jenna Lyons, Andrew Cuomo’s chief of staff Melissa DeRosa, rapper Remy Ma, Man Repeller founder Leandra Medine, and many more. Not to mention a whole host of other professional and creative women who have not yet become the frequently name-dropped, but who are on track to be. The party was a little like Instagram come to life, or Soho House with no boys allowed.
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