Instead, there were platters of prosciutto and cheese and chilled bottles of rosÃ© and white wine that Pipino and makeup artist Alexa Rodulfo had set up for a group of girls attending that evening's Whitney Art Party. Pipino held court in the dove grey painted front room with a gaggle of stylists, while Rodulfo set up shop with three assistants in the back among upholstered furniture.
"I had a double espresso at 4, but I could use another one now," said Pipino, as he wielded a can of hairspray. "I think we're doing 11 girls tonight--but keep bringing them on."
Below: Ric Pipino and Alexa Rodulfo at work. PHOTOS BY KEVIN HATT.
Bernard and Mortimer chatted about possible European summer vacation plans, as Rodulfo worked on Bernard's eyes.
"You can't talk for the next minute," Rodulfo ordered Bernard, as she painstakingly finished her makeup.
"Okay, I'll do all the talking," said Mortimer.
Despite the veritable assembly-line efficiency of the setting (the manicurist Kristina Konarski even sent her unnecessary assistant home) and bubbly demeanors, things got increasingly chaotic as the clock ticked closer to the Whitney's 9 p.m. start time.
"I'm very easy--I just want the wet look," Fabiola Beracasa assured Pipino.
"Can I get you something?" one of Pipino's assistants asked a slightly frazzled Jones.
"Yeah my BlackBerry!" she said, eventually locating it in the back.
It was a bit of culture shock for Rodulfo, who had just returned from Paris two days earlier.
"I haven't changed my Facebook status yet," she laughed. "The girls all wanted to come late...I keep doing them and it doesn't seem to make a dent."