As rich-people chronicler Robert Frank points out, being a socialite is now a full-time job. So much to do, so many places to be, so many kisses to air. Take, for example, Fabiola Beracasa. She's up at the ungodly hour of 7:30, and not a scant fifteen minutes later she's out running with her trainer. And then the real work begins. But how does she unwind?
5:30 p.m. Finally, for the first time all day, I have a chance to reply to my e-mails. 6:15 p.m. Run to a hair appointment at Simadi Salon. 7:15 p.m. Arrive home and put on a beautiful Valentino dress to wear to the Valentino dinner on the rooftop of the Gramercy Park Hotel. 11:00 p.m. Slip out of the dinner and head to the Rose Bar to have a few drinks with some friends before calling it a night.
The poor dear! When does she have a chance for some simple "Fab" time? Let's lay off the hate, people: These girls work.