New York lost one of its most colourful characters yesterday - 95-year old socialite Zelda Kaplan, who died in perhaps the most fitting way possible: while sitting front and centre at a fashion show. Kaplan sounds like she was quite the force of nature, with interests as varied as golfing and the eradication of female genital mutilation providing a background to her spectacular fashion sense. Best of all, she was a total party-animal - sleeping until 2 in the afternoon and staying up all night, she was often spotted rolling out of clubs like Bungalow 8 in the early hours of the morning ("Bungalow doesn't really get good until 2:30" she once told the Village Voice). She had style, she was interesting and committed, she could go out five nights a week with people a quarter of her age. And best of all, she had serious attitude: "It's so important that girls not defer to the penis," she said of the need for young women to have more self-esteem. What a woman; her death is a loss to the fabric of this city, which has just become a little less colourful.
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