PEOPLE DO strange things in lofts. They erect a tent in the interior's vast draughty middle as a bedroom. Add tulle, long gloves and fabric roses - and you have the look If you've got the bucks, Manhattan and Rome have the frocks. We took some of the shiniest and poshest out for a night in a New York club Left: long red gown with rhinestones, about pounds 1,540, by Donald Deal, available to order at Harrods, Knightsbridge, London SW1 (tel: 0171 225 5661); silver strappy stilettos, about pounds 270, by Valentino Boutique, 174 Sloane Street, SW1 (tel: 0171 235 5855) Right: primrose yellow ball gown with tulle underskirt, pounds 1,500, by Michael Morales, available at Saks Fifth Avenue, New York, and to order (tel: 001 212 768 1262); gold flower, stylist's own - a selection of similar flowers, from pounds 3.95 to pounds 9.95, is available at John Lewis stores nationwide (tel: 0171 629 7711)Pink satin dress, by Valentino Boutique, about pounds 3,300, to order at Valentino, 174 Sloane Street, London SW1 (tel: 0171 235 5855); lavender leather shoes, by Valentino Boutique, about pounds 300, as before; long pink gloves, pounds 34.95, from a selection at Harrods, Knightsbridge, London SW1 (tel: 0171 225 5661); white flower, stylist's own - a selection of similar flowers, from pounds 3.95 to pounds 9.95, is available at John Lewis stores nationwide (tel: 0171 629 7711)Blue satin dress, by Sophie Sitbon, available to order at Harvey Nichols, Knightsbridge, London SW1 (tel: 0171 235 5000); long satin gloves, pounds 34.95, from a selection at Harrods, as before; blue flower, as before. This winter, the nightclubber who wants to strut her stuff in something a little sophisticated is slipping into a satin evening gown: long, gleaming, glamorous.

Apart from Daddy!So there is my World, which I shall be sharing with you in weeks to come. So much more fun than all that dreary, thinky stuff you used to get, don't you agree? !. We have a good relationship like that, and he knows he is the only man in my life. I mean, a typical day takes in a whole cross-section, you know? One minute I might be at a high-powered media planning session, the next, enjoying a bit of girly talk at Groucho's with other independent, successful media girls like Tara or Tania; the evening might find me deep in conversation with Elton John or a successful West End estate agent or someone like the humble train man or even a bronzed, tautly muscular Argentinian polo player like my dear, dear friend Luis Basualdo, though not actually Lusi Basualdo because he's dead, I think, just sort of like him But younger Gerald doesn't mind. No; I've always worked for my living and I like to see myself as an independent girl who's just been been vay, vay lucky.But I don't think it's spoiled me. I'm still the same Stasi I've alway been, outgoing, friendly, basically cheerful, and apsley not a snob.

Nobody could ever accuse me of being a snobby, debby sort of person, just like they could never accuse me of being the sort of empty-headed bimbo who likes nothing better than snorting up a mugful of charlie and going upstairs for a wild shag with an Argentinian polo player with thighs like a stallion. It makes me feel rally feminine which I like to feel because I'm a woman, even if I am a high-powered media person and an instantly recognisable figure (with my bosoms and my legs and my blonde hair) on the society circuit.Mind you, when I say "society", I don't mean "society" in a sort of snobby sense. Just the other day we met this rally rally mazing man who'd started off in quite a humble way (you could tell he was humble because he had one of those humble names, Jenkins or Bloggs, not actually Jenkins or Bloggs, but something like that) and had just made nearly pounds 40m in business! Apparently he'd been chosen to run some terribly exciting railway thing and then a bus company had bought it for apslute masses of money and now he's rich, which just goes to show that, even if you're a rally humble person, if you do your bit and work hard and build up your business and - I know this sounds silly but I rally, rally believe it - put something back into society, well, you get your reward in the end.I'm rally proud when I go to a party like that, with Daddy on one arm and Gerald on the other, both looking so smart in their lightweight navy- blue blazers - which they got from their tailor!!!! - and their Gucci loafers. Daddy would kill him, because Daddy's still my number-one man.There'll never be a shortage of things to write about. I mean, in London, we go out -all the time- - when we're not making love in Gerald's flat in Mayfair - and meet these rally mazing people.