It’s film festival season in Tribeca, and premiering today is this year’s rock-star-designer-bio-doc, Ultrasuede: In Search of Halston, which reminded us of the dapper poster boy for a lost era of glamorous decadence when activities currently regarded as “vices” used to be known as “hobbies.” You know, holding court nightly at Studio 54, mastering the art of juggling a rocks glass and cigarette with one hand, always travelling with a bevy of beauties (whether he had any personal use for them or not). The stuff today’s rock-star-anything is usually too health-conscious to dare. We can’t help but admire the man’s gusto.
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