Confusing tourists and locals alike, the line wrapping through Battery Park on a surprisingly sunny Saturday morning was filled with men in bow ties and seersucker suits, women in florals and lace, and lots and lots of hats. As luck would have it, I even met a woman in line whose response to my polite inquiry about her very large and red fascinator/hat cross breed was that it was handmade by her friend, who is of course a milliner. That experience my friends is not atypical of the people you will meet when attending the Veuve Clicquot Polo Classic.These people have milliner friends ya'll. Thirty minutes later when the ferry landed what must have been only a few hundred feet away in Jersey City, an elegant parade of well dressed and those who tried really hard took the path through the gorgeous Liberty State Park to the Polo Classic grounds. Bright yellow umbrellas and security guards confiscating alcohol greeted us. My first annual Veuve Clicquot Polo Classic commenced, and the pictures tell it better than I can.
|These gals were promoting something, but we never figured out what.|
|At $95 a bottle, I was pleased my champagne at least came with its own outfit.|
|Stomping the divots|
|Scoreboard at halftime|
|MVP of the match (and Ralph Lauren model) Nacho Figueras|
|In true stalker-azzi style, spotted and snapped a picture of Padma Lakshmi and her daughter|