Night at the Museums

Art Parties on Both Sides of the Atlantic


Mika with Matthew Williamson.
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Lou Doillon and Byrdie Bell.
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If there isn't already a clinical term for dollhouse envy, just wait until more little girls get an eyeful of the two-story structure that fills Viktor & Rolf's exhibition at London's Barbican Art Gallery. At Tuesday night's opening party, Hussein Chalayan, Roland Mouret, Gareth Pugh, Dinos Chapman, and Zadie Smith were among the brimming contingent of art and fashion world folk (plus doll-faced Kelly Osbourne) who came out to marvel at V&R's dollhouse, staffed with 54 glassy-eyed miniatures outfitted in past collections. Artist Grayson Perry brought his own blonde dolly, named Shirley, to meet the V&R girls. (Despite her plastic, expressionless face, she still looked put out by all the competition—and understandably so.) "It's a bit worrying," said Matthew Williamson, musing on men and dolls. But disturbing subtexts are part of Viktor Horsting and Rolf Snoeren's DNA. "These aren't cute dolls," Horsting declared. True—if they opened their mouths, you'd imagine they had sharp little teeth. "So do we," added Snoeren.

Across the Atlantic, meanwhile, New York's PYTs were getting all dolled up in their Hervé Léger finest for the Whitney Art Party and Auction, co-hosted for the second season running by Max and Lubov Azria. "I'm not cool enough to know like 90 percent of the people in this room," said Ivanka Trump, surveying a crowd that included Sean Lennon, Rachel Bilson, Gretchen Mol, and a chain-smoking Lou Doillon. "The waiters keep telling me to put them out. Then I just light another one," pouted the perma-tousled French It girl. Hey, vive la Résistance. For the event, Soho's expansive Skylight Studios was divided into an auction gallery, a dimly lit lounge, and a dance floor, over which orbited undoubtedly the world's biggest disco ball. "That thing is the size of my apartment," said perma-tousled English It boy Jamie Burke. Back at the gallery, female bidders were driven to distraction by a walking masterpiece, the sharp-cheekboned actor James Franco. The Spider-Man star, recently tapped by Gucci to be the face of its latest cologne, struck a perfect I-don't-get-what-the-big-deal-is posture. "I'm not quite sure why Gucci picked me," he shrugged. "Maybe because I look Italian?"

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