Vanity Fair’s Michael Carl, currently “stranded” in Santa Monica due to the snow on the East Coast, writes in with his tale heading to TOMMYLAND for a night.
“My car picked me up at 6 a.m. I had already worked out and had breakfast, so I was fresh and ready to go. (That is not true, I woke up at 5:45 a.m. and didn’t even put product in my hair, can you imagine?) SHIT! Rihanna is on the flight, now I have to worry about crashing. The headlines will read ‘Plane Crashes, Rihanna and crew amongst the dead’ – I won’t even get a mention. Even more troubling, why is Rihanna flying commercial? OK, this is a wormhole I don’t need to go down. The flight was fine and both RiRi and I arrived with little ado. I went straight to the hotel and had lunch and worked out. (Yes, this time I really did): 100 squats, 100 push-ups, 100 pull-ups, and 100 real sit-ups! At 4:30 p.m., I met the shuttle downstairs to head to Venice for the show. TOMMYLAND did not disappoint. As we walked towards the set it was as if [the production team] had ordered up a magical fog to take us back to 1977. The set was outrageous. Let the carnival begin! Lady Gaga arrived in a Maybach carrying roses – were they for Gigi or Tommy? (Turns out, Tommy.) Across from us was a gaggle of LA celebrities and A-listers: Lucky Blue Smith, Kris Jenner, Laura Dern, and even K Stew came to support her girlfriend who walked in the show. Gigi opened the show to applause and closed the show with Tommy by her side, and then the games began…The rides roared to life, the flamethrowers were flaming, and Fergie started her set. We were transported back to the ’70s, and I must admit, it made me a little nostalgic for hair bands, crushes, cotton candy, and feather earrings (remember those?). Samira Nasr, Miguel Enamorado, and I strolled along the boardwalk until a skateboarder startled me out of my daydream and we went back to the hotel for a somewhat early night.”
