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from russia with lenny and goldfrapp

June 16, 2008 4:32 pm

Goldfrapp

Russians know how to lay on the hospitality. The night after her dinner (although me thinks there was more vodka swilling than actual eating going on) in honor of the opening of the Center for Contemporary Culture in Moscow, which boasted a private Amy Winehouse concert, Dasha Zhukova decided to host another little fëte for her jet-set crew at the Café des Artistes. All her usual suspects were there, along with one extra-special guest: Lenny Kravitz. After the four-course meal, the leather-clad musician discussed the following happenstance with legendary man-about-town/photographer Jean Pigozzi: “Remember that time at in New York when we were all at your apartment? It was just after I did that Madonna video, ‘Justify Your Love’? It was snowing and I got this picture from that night, with Phil Spector? Wild night, man. Wild night.” I wasn’t the only one on the edge of my seat—which, by the way, was a position I maintained for the evening. After the Kravitz revelations, Zhukova marched us to a place called the Soho Room for yet another surprise: a Goldfrapp concert. After the pintsize, barefoot Alison Goldfrapp finished her set, guests retired to the VIP section on the roof to enjoy a synchronized swim show and the sunrise (no funny business, though: The sun rises at 3 a.m. in these parts).

—Derek Blasberg

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