Lorenzo Martone Didn’t Want to Be Our Date for Diane von Fürstenberg’s Dinner at Indochine

  • Sunday afternoon at the Tents is always a scene. The climax is when legendary designer/aristocrat, Diane von Fürstenberg takes the stage. CFDA President-regnant; she is fashion royalty and attracts a fitting crowd:

    Olivier Zahm from Purple magazine carried on with Terry Richardson

    “Could we get a word with you, Mr. Richardson?” we asked.

    “No!” was the tart response.

    All the same faces—no one fresh and inspiring. We’re running out of options this Fashion Week. Clothes can’t entertain and inform forever!

    Ah-ha! Barbara Walters! She would be stupendous. The Observer stealthily began meandering past chic throngs of French editors and buyers. We weren’t more than a few steps from our target when—”We’re done!” snapped a KCD Gestapo.

    Humph, back we dashed to our seat in A-6-1.

    “A rendezvous is a meeting with suspense and expectation…” stated Ms. von Fürstenberg and creative-head Yvan Mispelaere. “Glamorous at a moment’s notice, she is alive with anticipation,” the program read.

    The lights dimmed and Brigitte Bardot’s seductive voice purred sweetly. Out sashayed 48 ravishing looks: Parisian elegance worked in rich hues of scarlet, sea foam, lapis and glossy obsidian. Wrap dresses hugged the body with sophistication, but exuded a confident sexiness. There were DvF prints on crepe satin, including puzzle pieces, which had also decorated our invitations.

    Was that a scowl from Cathy Horyn? We can’t tell when she’s pleased or horrified. But we love her and The New York Time’s, Eric Wilson (juste à côté), all the same!

    While a few outfits would have been cozy on the dance floor at Studio 54, the majority of looks suggested an elegant femme fatale, who is a tad more timeless.

    As applause filled the Tent, von Fürstenberg (guided by Mispelaere) greeted her guests with much aplomb, waving to her subjects and giving double-cheek kisses to her VIP pals…

    Oh quelle chance, Lorenzo Martone!

    “What are you wearing?” The Observer prodded, “is it vintage?”

    “No it’s Marni,” the man about town laughed.

    Very nice! So are you going to Diane’s dinner at Indochine tonight?” (More like: can we be your date?)

    “Yes…. I think I am!” Martone dished.

    Do you have a date? we wanted to know.

    “Yes I’m bringing my friend, she’s an artist…”

    What happened to Studio 54? Where is the Studio 54 of today?” we pressed on.

    “I actually went to an event last year that recreated studio 54—it was great!”

    …and no, we didn’t attend DvF’s intimate feast.

     

    Photos: Patrick McMullan

  • [gallery] Sunday afternoon at the Tents is always a scene. The climax is when legendary designer/aristocrat, Diane von Fürstenberg takes the stage. CFDA President-regnant; she is fashion royalty and attracts a fitting crowd: Olivier Zahm from Purple magazine carried on with Terry Richardson… "Could we get a word with you, Mr. Richardson?" we asked. "No!" was the tart response. All the same faces—no one fresh and inspiring. We're running out of options this Fashion Week. Clothes can't entertain and inform forever! Ah-ha! Barbara Walters! She would be stupendous. The Observer stealthily began meandering past chic throngs of French editors and buyers. We weren't more than a few steps from our target when—"We're done!" snapped a KCD Gestapo. Humph, back we dashed to our seat in A-6-1. "A rendezvous is a meeting with suspense and expectation…" stated Ms. von Fürstenberg and creative-head Yvan Mispelaere. "Glamorous at a moment's notice, she is alive with anticipation," the program read. The lights dimmed and Brigitte Bardot’s seductive voice purred sweetly. Out sashayed 48 ravishing looks: Parisian elegance worked in rich hues of scarlet, sea foam, lapis and glossy obsidian. Wrap dresses hugged the body with sophistication, but exuded a confident sexiness. There were DvF prints on crepe satin, including puzzle pieces, which had also decorated our invitations. Was that a scowl from Cathy Horyn? We can't tell when she's pleased or horrified. But we love her and The New York Time’s, Eric Wilson (juste à côté), all the same! While a few outfits would have been cozy on the dance floor at Studio 54, the majority of looks suggested an elegant femme fatale, who is a tad more timeless. As applause filled the Tent, von Fürstenberg (guided by Mispelaere) greeted her guests with much aplomb, waving to her subjects and giving double-cheek kisses to her VIP pals... Oh quelle chance, Lorenzo Martone! “What are you wearing?” The Observer prodded, “is it vintage?” “No it’s Marni,” the man about town laughed. Very nice! So are you going to Diane’s dinner at Indochine tonight?” (More like: can we be your date?) “Yes…. I think I am!” Martone dished. Do you have a date? we wanted to know. “Yes I’m bringing my friend, she’s an artist…” What happened to Studio 54? Where is the Studio 54 of today?” we pressed on. “I actually went to an event last year that recreated studio 54—it was great!” …and no, we didn’t attend DvF’s intimate feast.   Photos: Patrick McMullan

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