Very Last Days of Disco

Ms. Feinstein and friends. (Courtesy Patrick McMullan)

Artists, dealers and whatever Courtney Love is crammed the Roseland Ballroom Friday night for a gala fundraiser and marathon dance-off put on by public art organization Creative Time.

The evening began with Cointreau cocktails and a silent auction, where the star lot was a Rachel Feinstein latex flower, an edition of three at $12,000, which sat on a plush cushion and came with a gold finger-length ring that dangled testicles into your palm.

“Hey, John, John,” said a short bald man, who seemed to be a friend of John Currin’s, waving the three-inch phallus at him as he showed it off with his wife, Ms. Feinstein. “John. Hey, John. I hope this isn’t life-size. If it is, I’m sorry, buddy.”

Everyone guffawed. “The thing is,” Mr. Currin shot back, “Rachel’s is actually just this big,” he indicated a passage just one-inch wide, with his fingers. “We make up for it in confidence and,” he searched for the mot juste amid more laughter. “Exuberance.”

Others were more guarded. Terence Koh, wearing plastic outerwear over his white suit, introduced the bearded man next to him as Rich, his newly hired PR guy. So how would he, Terence, spend the Creative Time budget if he had that money? “I would never answer that,” he responded, “because Anne Pasternak is the only person who should run Creative Time.” O.K., but what if she left Creative Time? “Anne Pasternak will never leave Creative Time.” Okay, Terence, for the purpose of this thought exercise, let’s just say she died. “Anne Pasternak will never die.” He looked at Rich. “How am I doing?”

After dinner a bottle of tequila was placed on a table for Ms. Love, and the other attendees finished the champagne left in the middle of the other tables, which was just about the only thing that could pull them away from the teeming dance floor.

David Blum, son of the dealer Peter, arrived later and mused on the scale of it all, par for the course for an organization that, next week, will open a major installation by Tom Sachs at the Park Avenue Armory, “Space Program: Mars.” “It’s possible that Creative Time could fund a real mission to Mars,” he mused. “Whoever just bought The Scream should actually do that.”

The party went late and Pace Gallery power couple Marc and Andrea Glimcher stayed on the floor with the best of them. Perhaps it was to be expected from a couple who gave a memorable performance as Captain and Tennille when they were honored at the same event two years ago. “We love Creative Time so much that we stay late, even when it’s not about us,” Mr. Glimcher said.