Intern Diaries: Summer White, Flash Mobs and What I Wore
I have one of those magical friends who takes me to fabulous events I’d never know about on my own. The other night, we found ourselves at a 3000-person flash mob potluck picnic with an all-white dress code. The gathering, Dîner En Blanc, started in Paris and reappears every few months in a different city. Somehow, I ended up leading a conga line (to Call Me Maybe, natch), and then chatting extensively with an insurance salesman turned New-Age life coach.
photo: Guests only learned the dinner’s top-secret location at Lincoln Center when designated Dîner operatives led them there.