It Boy Facts: Fabian Basabe

Google “Fabian Basabe” and the search will invariably lead one to head-scratching headlines such as “Fabian Basabe is the Male Paris Hilton” and “New York IT Boy” and “That Asshole from Filthy Rich Cattle Drive.”

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Downright mystifying at first, I’ve become fierce friends with Fabian and his wife Martina — you know, the kind of cronies you feel you could comfortably phone for an off-market kidney should the horror arise — and I can tell you this, loyal readers: Fabian is effortlessly popular, charming, irreplaceable, unhinged, stylish, unfiltered, educated, skinny goals, authentic, spontaneous, devilish, fearless, solid, astute, wild and loyal like no other. I can’t help but notice when Fabian enters a room (typically armed with a Red Solo Cup brimming with his signature Skinny Bitch cocktail), the energy instantly shifts to a higher vibration — compliments of his come-hither looks, impeccable style and his innate understanding of joie de vivre.

My 11-year-old Ava (AKA the World’s Toughest Critic™) reflects on Fabian as, “Fun, well-mannered and a super good dad to Brando and his friends. He’s really funny and uses words I’ve never heard of, too.”

Snaps for being a witty D.I.L.F., Fabi.

Without further ado, I bring you my favorite bon vivant — Fabian Basabe’s — unfiltered musts, lusts and more.

Occupation: Full-time Dad

Current wallet on rotation: A rubber band — I just keep a card and ID with some loose cash in my pocket as I tend to lose wallets and phones but the one I own is a black Hermès

Car you currently drive: Range Rover — in British racing green

Dream boat: A vintage Burger fully restored with all the latest technology while maintaining its nostalgia 

Your go-to gift: A Taschen book or something from the sex shop

Totally underrated but totally gold: My Rolex?  Theoretically speaking, loyalty

Legit worst nightmare: Understanding what I would do to anyone that even thinks about messing with my family… I scare the poop out of myself

Jeans: Double RL or Tom Ford

T-Shirt: Rag & Bone 

Swimwear: Sundeck and Fay

Pajamas: Never

Movie: Goodfellas

Book currently on your nightstand: The Hardy Boys — I’m reading it with my son

Wine: No thank you! Patron silver with four freshly muddled lemons — not the pre-made lemon juice. Freshly muddled, please

Candle: Diptyque Feu de Bois

Shampoo & Conditioner: Kiehl’s Amino Acid 

Hair product: Sumotech by Bumble and Bumble 

Hair Salon: In New York — Bumble and Bumble. In L.A. — Fred Segal. In Miami — Snip. 

Face wash: Dr. Brandt Lineless Foaming Cleanser 

Facial moisturizer: Creme de La Mer

Facialist: Doctor Roberta del Campo

Plastic surgery — yay or nay? Duh

Fitness: Stem cell therapy and ski

Athletic wear: Moncler and Everybody Fights

Celebrity crush: Elizabeth Hurley, Nicole Kidman and Henry Cavill and my very own self (sorry, I like groups)

Sneakers: Hogan

Lunch spot: Michael’s Genuine and Cipriani

Vice: Blue Moon Hemp CBD Gummies

Dessert: Dark Chocolate Brownies

What person — living or dead — would you like to have dinner with? Sylvester Stallone — I think he might have some questions for me

Where would you take them to dinner? My home

Last meal on earth: Bond Street NYC

Hangover cure: Fresh-squeezed OJ screw driver

Travel: My wife picks but it has to have mega TV, wifi and A/C

Fun fact: I really don’t mind those masseuses that come tableside and massage your feet at the pool at the Peninsula

Nobody knows this about me, but… I am a really good cook 

Describe the perfect day: Rinse and repeat

Pet peeve: Poverty and liberals

For my birthday, get me: A birthday suit

Scent: Acqua di Parma Blue Mediterraneo  — Mandorlo di Sicilia

Aftershave: The Ten Party

Lastly, I love that you’re real and authentic. What message do you want to send the trolls reading this? You can’t sit with us.

Photo by Patrick McMullan