Laure and Frederic enjoy evening Champagne on The Standard’s deck overlooking Biscayne Bay.
Dusk has settled over Biscayne Bay as Laure Hériard Dubreuil and Frederic Dechnik stroll up to the table on the pool deck of The Standard. Laure’s wearing a vintage dress she found at Les 3 Marchés in Paris, earrings and necklace by House of Waris and Trussardi shoes, and is carrying a Chanel bag. Frederic’s decked out almost completely in YSL (taupe tank top, white jeans, summer jacket) but breaks rank with suede N.D.C. shoes. We drink Champagne by candlelight. “I just got back from Saint-Tropez,” says Laure. She’d been at Naomi Campbell’s birthday party, where she’d mingled with Domenico Dolce and Stefano Gabbana, Riccardo Tisci of Givenchy, Peter Dundas of Pucci and Marc Jacobs. Prior to that both had been at the Cannes film festival, and Laure had jumped to Paris to order the Chanel Resort collection, which The Webster will sell for the first time this fall. “This is a big recognition for us,” says Frederic. It turns out The Webster will be the only specialty store in the world to carry all Chanel categories. By the time we finish our glasses of bubbly, we’re running late for dinner.
We take a booth at STK with The Webster’s marketing honcho, John Lin, and Frederic’s friend Michael Tomei, a stylist wearing a mesh tank top under a jacket. The table is hit with a steady cadence of Champagne toasts and the chef’s tasting menu: West Coast Kusshi oysters (which Frederic avoids but Laure relishes), foie gras French toast, bone-in sirloin and truffle mac and cheese, which Frederic applauds as it’s placed on the table. Soon the evening’s pre-Favela Chic crowd arrives: The demographic gets younger, skirts get shorter, perfumes blend with the aroma of truffles wafting around the table. Laure tells the story of how her boyfriend, the artist Aaron Young, was nearly arrested in Rome after he graffiti-ed one of his own statues. John, who has been on some sort of mission, returns to inform us that the maître d’ is “unfortunately” straight, but what does that really mean in Miami? Meanwhile, Sebastian Puga and Tatanka have joined us for one-year-birthday cake for The Webster and more Champagne.
We wade into the crowd at Coco de Ville to the beats of DJ Ross One. Laure gets hugs and kisses from DJ Ruckus and Jovar Andrews, whom she’d seen at Naomi’s party back in Saint-Tropez. The young and the restless line the banquettes like glamorous bats in a cave. Tomorrow Frederic will join Laure on a trip to NYC to visit the showrooms of Maison Martin Margiela and others, but right now he’s handing out a round of tequila shots. “Gay men being a bad influence—that’s the story of my life,” says Laure. A friend Frederic had recruited somewhere along the night takes a spill at the bar. A girl walks in with a little dog peeking out of her bag. We’re not sure what kind of pooch it is, but Laure confirms the purse is definitely Yves Saint Laurent.
FROM TOP: Laure, Frederic and Michael in a South Beach cab; Michael Tomei and Laure at STK; Frederic, Laure and Sebastian Puga at STK, warming up for Favela Chic at Coco de Ville; From left, Tatanka, Sebastian, Laure, Frederic and Michael toast The Webster’s one-year anniversary over an array of desserts at STK; STK’s truffle laden Kobe sliders