The Basabe Mess
(image via Gawker via Robrich)
A touch of Basabe in the night? Let's recap the deep doo-doo that Fabian Basabe got himself into. First, note that Basabe emailed Gawker's intrepid editorial crew Coen and Oxfeld to do a little damage control. For what? According to Fashionweekdaily:
"Fabian Basabe gets his very own very special mention after the show he put on at Star Room Saturday night. Arriving with his co-stars from the upcoming show, Cattle Drive, including Brittny Gastineau and Katy Benatar (Pat�s daughter), Basabe and company took over the middle booth inside the club. Then all hell broke loose."
The first social misdemeanor we cite Basabe for is being about the town with Britney Gastineau. It is the height of good manner to keep the "chicken" in the coop (If you know what The Corsair means). Minus 10 points.
"In front of a crowd of friends that included a newly separated Annie Churchill, Dori Cooperman, Rachel Peters, Gucci�s Brett Weisman, Jonathan Cheban, and Lisa Gastineau, Mr. Basabe proceeded to: a) hang from the wooden support beams like a monkey, almost stepping on Star Jones Reynolds� head"
Hmm. Plus 5 points.
" ... b) strip off his red Lacoste and expose his butt cheeks."
Easy access? Eew. Minus a gazillion-trillion points. Go directly to jail ... on second thought ...
" c) grab Star Room promoter Jeff Goldstein for a much-unwanted 'peck'"
We're talking about a married straight man here?
"... d) throw publicist Lauren Kucerak (whom he later sent flying to the ground) down on the booth and ride her ..."
Riding "The Kuce"? Aww. You'd better recognize "The Kuce." What is wrong with this man?
" e) shove Lizzie Grubman down, causing her Jimmy Choo sandals to break; f) get into a physical altercation with security guards, before being thrown out; g) and refuse to leave before retrieving his black sweater, which he�d left inside."
But what the most excellent -- and super polite -- gang at Fashionweekdaily left out, was this, from those intrepid Page Sixxies:
"A witness relates: "Randy, the security man, repeatedly asked Fabian to calm down and stop banging into other people, and Fabian threw his black American Express card at Randy's feet and said, 'Don't worry about what I am doing, here's my Amex!' "
"At that point Randy escorted Basabe outside, where the insufferable 'it' boy 'became very violent and aggressive.'
"Basabe, who had left a sweater inside, started screaming at the black bouncers, 'I want my navy blue Prada! I speak six [bleeping] languages, I have diplomatic immunity . . . Do you understand me, Negros? You [bleep]ing Negros!'"
"'There was an audible gasp from the crowd,' said a spectator."
Of course there was. The Hampton's is not Wyoming. According to Jossip, Basabe has left town for Bologna. Well, like attracts like, we say (Averted Gaze).