Skin Game
New Yorkers Bare All at City's Halloween Parties
With bashes running the gamut from Bette Midler's Hulaween to an event organized by the Accompanied Literary Society, competition for New York's best Halloween costume was fierce and wide-ranging. But Heidi Klum, hosting her own celebration at 1 Oak, took some beating as Kali, Hindu goddess of death and destruction. "It's Halloween! Isn't it all about blood and scary things?" asked Klum, her eyes blazing red and her skin a vibrant shade of blue. Grinning wickedly, she explained the severed heads and arms dangling from her waist: "Those are all the guys that I have been with. Just before I got here, I was very busy." Seal, flaring his nostrils and otherwise making the most of his role as his wife's Fu Manchu-ed bodyguard, was out of earshot.
Over at the Gramercy Park Hotel's Rose Bar, meanwhile, skin was also in. "Now the girls have an excuse to dress as scantily as human decency allows," said nightlife impresario Nur Khan, who the previous evening had celebrated the installation of a whole new series of artwork at the hotel, including a rare piece from Warhol's collaboration with Jean-Michel Basquiat, situated over the pool table. Khan wasn't kidding about the scantily dressed part: Both Fabiola Beracasa and Genevieve Jones showed up as naughty Richard Prince for Louis Vuitton nurses in sheer uniforms, Eugenie Niarchos was in a leopard-print cat suit, Alice Dellal wore a teeny leather two-piece nun outfit, and Charlotte Ronson was a Hooters waitress. Not that costumes based on loose-moraled women were limited to the ladies. In the middle of it all was Jamie Burke, dressed in the tiniest of tank tops and the biggest of beehives—perhaps the most memorable of the many Amy Winehouses spotted during the evening.
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