Susanne Bartsch, Night-Life Impresario - What I Wore - NYTimes.com Born in Bern, Switzerland, Susanne Bartsch has been a night-life impresario in New York since 1986, founding the Love Ball, which raised $2.5 million to fight AIDS and H.I.V. from 1989 to 1992. She currently oversees a Vandam party at Greenhouse nightclub on Sundays. Ms. Bartsch has a son, Bailey, 17, with David Barton, of David Barton Gyms. I went out with my teenage son, who was on the hunt for a gift for his girlfriend. He's been driving me nuts with his college applications. I left the house wearing a purple vintage Chloé mohair sweater from the Stella McCartney days, slate gray stretchy jeans from Uniqlo, YSL leopard frame sunglasses and matte silver Marc Jacobs lace-up biker boots with fuzzy shearling lining. My coat was an oversize silver and dark gray Jean Paul Gaultier parka with a monkey-fur trim hood. The back and sleeves look like a zebra, complete with a horsehair mane and tail. First stop was the gym. It's a struggle for me to go, but I always come out feeling like a million dollars. I wore loose Diesel jeans, dark brown and turquoise Pumas, a hot pink T-shirt with Madonna on the front from the "Confessions" tour, an army green Y-3 cap and Cutler & Gross aviators. I always wear Russian Red MAC lipstick to the gym. At night, I went to my last pre-Christmas party of the season. I wore my all-time favorite designer, Zaldy. The dress is very short, in black silk satin, with a low back and covered in bronze-gold Swarovski crystals. I wore it with my thigh-high black leather Alexander McQueen boots - a six-inch heel, and the platform and sole are adorned with gold flowers. It makes me think of Rossetti. I also had my big hair on: the black mohawk-style wig I call the babe hawk. My look wasn't complete until I put on my chunky rings on every finger. My weapons. I had a wig fitting with Barry at Bitz-n-Pieces. I've been going to him since the "80s, when I wore more gimmicky wigs. Now my wigs are more natural - some are made of my own hair. I wore black lace McQueen leggings and a black deconstructed long-sleeve sweater dress that I bought in London. With it, I pulled on Vivienne Westwood black canvas boots that have tan bondage straps and a low heel and topped it off with a black felt hat. Over that I put on a dark gray, wool Leigh Bowery coat cut long in front. I had a meeting at the Hôtel Americano about Fashion Week events. I built my look around a full-length long-sleeve Gaultier dress that's super comfortable. It's made of a stretchy nude mesh fabric, with bold clusters of printed faces outlined in black. I wore cropped nude leggings underneath and Gaultier nude knee-high leather boots, laser-cut to look like lace. Gaultier is a go-to for my "semi-drag" looks, when I go to dinners, corporate events and school functions. Over that was a Vivienne Westwood long leather shearling jacket. The leather part is black, and the inside plush part is silvery gray. I accented with a vintage black wide-brimmed hat with a pheasant feather. In Pennsylvania for Christmas, woke up to sounds of the country. Friends were stopping by for drinks while I was cooking, so I slipped into an electric blue McQueen jumpsuit with a plunging V-neck and big pockets. Think mechanic meets harem princess. My accessory was a kitchen towel. For the big feast, I changed into a short black-hooded cotton jersey dress from Patricia Field: a bold Keith Haring print in white and red, with black custom-made leggings. They have a diamond-shaped pattern and ripped holes laced with satin ribbon: delicate but hard core. Later that night, I returned to the city for the Christmas party at Vandam. I laced on a corset I got as a birthday present from the Blonds. It's Chinese-inspired, with white sequined fabric and black chopsticks at the cleavage. Hanging from the chopsticks are jet bead tassels. Definitely a Christmas snow-queen vibe. I wore it with a Reem Alasadi midnight-blue rabbit fur jacket, Pamela Mann bondage tights and Vivienne Westwood patent-leather platform pumps with a seven-inch heel. I wore my signature "messy babe" wig, which is big, extra long, black, sexy. This kind of look I call full drag: head-to-toe, all-out, larger than life. Some of my English friends were having a Boxing Day party. On top of fishnets, I wore a black satin Dolce & Gabbana girdle one-piece that is cut across the thigh, includes a push-up bra and has a zip up the back. It's an old favorite of mine. My coat was a below-the-knee, black brushed wool Yohji Yamamoto from the "80s, and my shoes were thigh-high black suede Sergio Rossi boots with a stiletto heel. I decided to add a small black Piers Atkinson pillbox hat with netting that covers my face and a small mustache that sits above my lip. It brought out my masculine side! My hair needed love, so I went to the salon, wearing faded tight Diesel blue jeans with oxblood Vivienne Westwood over-the-knee boots. On top, I wore a tight, fitted Gaultier long-sleeve turtleneck in a stretch multilayered mesh. I threw on my Veruschka coat. I call it that because it has patches of burgundy, brown, mustard and teal Fair Isle knits with a long Mongolian lamb fringe around the edges. Stayed in the same clothes for a meeting with a photographer to discuss the next David Barton Gym ad campaign. I must be the oldest fitness model in the business.