myPhone: Stan D’Arde

By Darren Ressler

Readers of Société Perrier will know Stan D’Arde all too well. The voice of Standard Culture, D’Arde, a bloke who never met a cocktail he didn’t like, holds court at every must-attend party and has established himself as one of the arbiters of what’s cool and chic. With a social life that constantly puts him with the coolest movers and shakers at the hottest parties around, we thought that his mobile phone would reflect his fabulous — albeit anonymous — life. Boy were we right.

Brand of phone: Samsung Galaxy SIII (I’m pretty sure that they named it after me and that the ‘S’ is for Stan)

Who’s on speed dial: My mother, my publicist, my acupuncturist and André Balazs… naturally.

Most bragworthy name on your contact list: I’m not a bragging type of man. I’m more Like A Virgin who was just Born This Way.

Most used app: I like Instagram for sending photos of my travels via @TheStandard handle, and the United Airlines app so that I ensure I’m always traveling in order to keep using Instagram!

Best text/call ever received: “You. Me. Now.” Can’t tell you who texted that to me. Would hate to end up in the papers tomorrow.

Most played track on your phone: Okay, I’ll tell you. But don’t laugh. “Bootylicious” by Destiny’s Child. Those three work me to the bone. I wish they would get back together. But to my defense, I don’t have much music on my phone.

Show us your favorite photo: One of my favorite photos (above) is from the “Twilight” series by Gregory Crewdson and inspired by Sir John Everett Millais’ “Ophelia.” I could stare at it all day long.

What’s your worst phone faux pas? I had found a phone in a taxi in New York City on my way to the theater, so I held on to it and figured I would attempt to contact the owner afterwards. All through the first act, the owner was calling the cell, and the cell phone was loudly ringing in my pocket, but I didn’t even think about it because it wasn’t my ringtone. I kept thinking “How can someone be so uncivilized at the theater?!” It wasn’t until a woman tapped me on the shoulder and asked me to silence it that I realized it was me. I was mortified.