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"I got a pretty intriguing invitation this week, asking me to come see the work of two artists, Mike Sagato and Ryder E. Robison, at a downtown gallery...as part of a taping of Whitney Port&amp;#x27;s new reality show, The City. Repondez Si Vous Plait? Oh hell yes! The invite told us to &amp;quot;dress to impress&amp;quot; (does a Forever 21 dress with YSL shoes count?) but for once I was less worried about my wardrobe than just soaking it all in... I enlisted my equally reality-obsessed friend to go with me. We hit the party a fashionable hour and a half after it started, and it was like walking into an episode of The Hills, literally. The Strokes blared from the speakers, the girls in fur vests and neon shoes blew smoke rings, and the boys...well, let&amp;#x27;s just say that these boys were definitely not Manhattan natives (as my friend Holly put it, &amp;quot;Guys in New York look like John Cusack, not this.&amp;quot;). Every dude there was smoking hot in a very Los Angeles way, down to the western shirts with vests and necklaces and mops of sexy hair that looked like they had just woken up but in reality probably took about $44 worth of hair products to create. There was plenty of ironic facial hair, super skinny jeans, and white patent leather shoes, and I must congratulate the MTV casting department on calling in some of the best looking models south of 14th Street. Whitney was looking cute in a belted grey dress, Tiger Lily-style headband, and pink patent shoes. The cameras were definitely around (two huge ones, on wheels), as was a decent size crew, but they mostly let the party people mingle and pretend they weren&amp;#x27;t there. I saw Whitney being corralled into a corner with a few friends at one point (&amp;quot;We&amp;#x27;re ready for you!&amp;quot;) but unfortunately missed out on what they were saying--which I think was kind of the point. We were just there as part of an organized chaos, a carefully orchestrated event all designed with no other intention than to plunk the gorgeous Whitney and her friends down in the middle of it to have a three-minute conversation. You know when you watch an episode of The Hills and Lauren and Audrina are shouting at each other over the music and you kind of think they just happen to be in this club on the same night that--oh wait, what&amp;#x27;s this?--Heidi and Spencer arrive there, and you kind of know what&amp;#x27;s going on but at the same time you can&amp;#x27;t quite tell if it&amp;#x27;s real or not? Yeah, that&amp;#x27;s pretty much what this night was like. The people were a little too pretty, the soundtrack a little too perfect, the lighting a little too good, the whole scene just a little too...contrived. And by that I mean it was completely awesome. Photo: WireImage"^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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