Barry informed me that the winner of the competition wore rollerblades—a nice nod to the actual JFK Jr, who was frequently papped blading around Tribeca. But that mysterious man was gone by the time I arrived, roller blading into the sunset with his grand prize of $250 and a new pickup line—“You know, I won a JFK Jr. Lookalike contest.”

Maybe he’ll use it next Saturday when he goes barhopping in the West Village, in search of his Carolyn. There were plenty of Bessette Kennedy imitators in the crowd, including Jen Humis and Delaney Driscoll, who say they came to the event looking to bag a JFK Jr. of their very own. “We’re outsourcing,” joked Humis. “We’re boots on the ground, on the scene, taking a look around.” Unfortunately, their boots were late; they missed the competition because they were too busy drinking a pitcher of mimosas to arrive on time. “We saw a few,” said Driscoll of the competitors. “It was a flop, but whatever.”

Jen Humis and Delaney DriscollMaddy Rotman

Carolyn’s influence over the women of the West Village is so overt that some of them weren’t even aware that they were dressed like her. “I don’t know her, guys. I’m sorry,” said one apparent acolyte named Clarice—wearing a head scarf, a black sweater, a nude knee length skirt, and sunglasses. “I just had a bad hair day. I put a scarf on to get rid of that.” But Clarice’s friend Abby was very familiar with CBK: “She’s classy, elegant, icon, queen, timeless.” One woman who asked to remain nameless elected not to have her photo taken, because her boyfriend didn’t know she was at the event “surrounded by hot guys.”