“It’s my color – beige!” exclaimed the famed interior designer Elsie de Wolfe (aka Lady Mendl) upon encountering the Parthenon for the first time.

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And while we wax fashionable, surely this St. Patrick’s Day will be one of NYC’s swankiest. 

As the sun sets on the wearin’ of the green, worthies such as Anne Hathaway, Marisa Berenson, Claire Danes, Cornelia Guest, Gwyneth Paltrow, Tory Burch, Lynn Wyatt, Carolina Herrera, Diane Von Fürstenberg and Annette de la Renta will converge on the Museum of Modern Art.

There they plan to attend the premiere of "Valentino: The Last Emperor.” This is not about the silent screen star, Rudolph, rather it chronicles the not-so-mute designer of fantastic frocks – Valentino Clemente Ludovico Garavani. He goes by the first name. Like … Charo. Or Cher.  

Valentino, his partner, Giancarlo Giammetti, and Matt Tyrnauer (director of the documentary) are hosting the event. Valentino has dressed every truly great star you can think of. And Miley Cyrus.

After the screening, a dinner happens at the revitalized Oak Room in the Plaza Hotel. Be there or be J.C. Penney.

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OK, I give in. The twitter rage probably is the final nail in the coffin of privacy or discretion, for both average mortals and for celebrities. As you all probably know, anyone with a computer, cell phone or mobile device can live-blog their thoughts to the world. This is the way it is. Everybody has something to say, even if it’s nothing at all. I can’t imagine sitting around sending out little tweets – “enjoying a lunch of tomato soup.” But a year ago I couldn’t have anticipated the thrill, the usefulness, the wisdom, the wit and the popular reception of wOw. So, I’ll refrain from saying “never.”

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“I need challenges! Everybody does. And I think this could be my last challenge!”

That’s the divine, flame-haired MGM movie queen Arlene Dahl, who called last week to say she was gearing up for a new adventure. 

The star, 80 years old and proud of it, will be singing live onstage in a variety/revue showcase titled “A Salute to the Hollywood Musical.” It is to be produced by the famous Michael Feinstein. The evening’s emcee will be that devotee of all things classic, Robert Osborne of Turner Classic Movies.

Arlene will be joined in this by her lustrous MGM compatriot, Jane Powell, and RKO’s immortal, Jane Russell.

Ah, Miss Russell. I always wonder what Jane – much underrated because of her knockout figure – could have done, had she not been bound to the counterproductive contractual demands of that crazy eccentric, Howard Hughes. (She was, in any case, the greatest and most generous co-star Marilyn Monroe ever had, supporting Marilyn to the max in “Gentlemen Prefer Blondes,” a 20th Century Fox loan-out.)

Arlene was giddy with anticipation of her show and busy with a vocal coach. “I haven’t sung in years. I’m terrified. But why do something you’re not afraid of?” Her high spirits came through the phone line like an electric shock. I don’t think I’ve ever heard Miss Dahl quite so animated, except when talking about her handsome son, Lorenzo Lamas.

“A Salute to the Hollywood Musical” will play four California cities in eight days, beginning in Naples, Long Beach, on March 19. 

Arlene didn’t say it, but who could not wish that these three great dames succeed and bring their stuff to Broadway? That’s entertainment and, boy, do we need it now!