The VIP rooftop of the Burroughes was the coolest spot at the Holt Renfrew party last night, literally. The night air was fresh, while inside, a sauna roiled. Lucky lurkers watched interviews with Coco Rocha or London-made, Manhattan-dwelling MTV starlet Alexa Chung, there to DJ the bash and look drop-dead sexy doing it. (Or, like us, to roll a smoke with the adorably wacky, peace sign-loving photojournalist Rosie Levine.)
When an unkempt, beflannelled man tried to scamper up the stairs, a security guard was all over it.
“Hey! You can’t go up there.”
“Uh, I’m pretty sure I can.”
“Sorry, no. Get down here.”
“It’s cool, it’s cool,” he mumbled. “I’m going to see my girlfriend.”
“Sure you are.”
And that’s how Alex Turner, lead singer of the Arctic Monkeys and years-long boyfriend of Chung, learned his lesson about VIPdom in Toronto. Next time, kid, try some hair wax and pinstripes.
Wow, yet another reason why Toronto’s attitude as a whole sucks.
April 17, 2012 at 10:54 am | by mitch