Entering the Gramercy Park Hotel, it was easy to spot Milla Jovovich and Carmen Hawk. You just had to look for the throng of photographers elbowing one another for a chance to capture the rakishly glamorous design team. It was a far cry from the days when they invited friends over to Jovovich's Greenwich Avenue town house for scones, tea, and dresses. "We've just had so much support," said Jovovich in her sweet, raspy voice.

There was still, actually, a sense of home in the setting. Three scenes were arranged with gilt-edged mirrors, chaise longues, and Chinese screens to look like a place where a flapper might hang her cloche.

Ideas and images were snatched from various places—the avant-garde films of Kenneth Anger and Roxy Music album covers—but, ultimately, Jovovich-Hawk always comes back to grandmother's attic. There were plenty of their reliably floaty dresses in beaded chiffon, but there was sturdier stuff, too: a little black wool suit edged in bugle beads, and frame bags with braided handles, some beaded, some patchworked. One striped suit, in fact, was so lean and mean it looked less granny and more grand-old Keith Richards.