Fashion Meets Finance

“As Interactive Brokers continued its dive into MF Global’s books, signs of exhaustion among the participants grew. J. Christopher Flowers, the MF Global investor and former Goldman executive, was spotted at the talks on Sunday wearing mismatched shoes.” [Dealbook]

According to a first year. Continue reading »

What’s this joyous news you hear? The next Fashion Meets Finance is taking place May 5. Continue reading »

By now it’s been pretty well established that the RSVP list to this year’s meet up of the worst people on earth is riddled with lies. We assumed everyone would be over it by now, but no– a lot of you are beside yourselves, this idea that people might be fucking with you (“They’re trying to mess with us? They thought they could mess with us?!?”), and need to work through the shock/pain/grief. As always, we’re (begrudgingly) here for you.

To: DealBreaker
From: [redacted at Goldman Sachs]
Subject: FMF shenanigans con’t
Bess–
Also writing from Goldman here, re: FMF. I checked out the directory to cross-reference the names of people allegedly attending the event from GS and as was pointed out yesterday, there are maybe three people listed who actually work here, the rest are shams. Among those telling the truth, I’m being honest when I tell you that I snorted to myself upon noting their actual titles compared to the inflated ones submitted to FMF. I can tell you with a level of certainty that their salaries are NOT what they say they are. It’s rather absurd that they/the GS imposters are being allowed to get away with this, and I hope they’re stopped at the door.

Earlier: Fashion Meets Finance: The Hits Just Keep On Coming

  • 23 Jan 2009 at 3:59 PM

Fashion Meets Finance

Hop in the Delorean, we’re gunning this baby to the douche-tastic (but much loved) days of 2007. Put on your sunglasses cause we assure you, second-hand embarrassment will ensue:

Broke bankers and struggling models mobbed the rooftop of the Empire Hotel last night for the latest installment of Fashion Meets Finance. A tipsy brunette on crutches was trying to put her Burberry coat on so she could leave, but guys wearing suits sans ties kept jostling her as they moved past.
The party was billed as a return to the halcyon excesses of 2007, and enough unemployed finance types fished the necessary change from their couch to pony up for a bottle of Absolut. Liz, a 20-something fashionista in a low-cut black cocktail dress, eyed them skeptically and said, “just look at all the douches in those seats. They’re all so broke.” A line-up of seven models was in the DJ booth nodding to anemic dance music.
One of them, Sabrina Roberts, a six-foot Afro-Chinese stunner wearing a tiny creme-brulee-colored dress–told me she wasn’t giving up on finance dudes. “One, they’re more interesting; and two, can you imagine if everyone was in fashion?” I asked her if she had ever thought of dating so-called normal people. She twirled around, took a sip from her champagne flute and asked happily, “How do normal people pay for champagne?”

Graphic assault to the senses after the jump (via pictures from one of our readers who braved the storm).

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  • 10 Jun 2008 at 8:56 AM
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Fashion Meets Finance Fallout

Picture 25.pngThe fallout from last week’s “Fashion Meets Finance” event continues today with the New York Post’s coverage. You’ve probably already read our coverage, but just in case you are reading from the equities office in Dallas, the post describes how this pretty girl, rich guy thing works.

Matching up moneyed men and female shopaholics is hardly Ph.D.-level chemistry. The Mr. Big formula is practiced nightly in clubs, where bankers buy $400 bottles and encourage thirsty young girls to come to papa. The only difference is that these organizers were gauche enough to spell the whole thing out – and leave the label showing, to boot.

They’ve got a great photo album of the night over at the Post. (Which makes us wonder just what the percentage of reporters to participants actually was. Radar, DealBreaker and now the Post all had people there.) We’d like to know more about the people in the pictures. If you recognize anyone, write us at tips@dealbreaker.com.

Dough Job
[New York Press]