You would think when there were literally half a dozen parties going on last night in this town (a Sotheby’s opening, a Gagosian Gallery party, a Cartier dinner, etc. etc.), that space wouldn’t be an issue. Are there even that many people in London that can fill this many parties? Well, the answer, I found out the hard way, is yes. After schlepping all the way to East London—and I mean EAST—for the Fantastic Man party at Bistroteque, the man who opened the door of our taxi was polite enough to tell my and my fellow revelers (I had both Scarry sisters with me) to not even bother getting out of the car. They were at capacity, he explained, and weren’t letting anyone in, no exceptions. Fine. We stayed in the taxi (it would have been impossible to find another one) and headed to the next party: Lily Atherton and Gavin Brown’s shindig not far away. Same thing. But here, the lovely man at the door was running a one in, one out policy. Despite the queue and the (gasp!) pay bar, it was worth the wait. The lighting was dark—a good thing when you’ve been traipsing from party to party—and the performance from Man Like Me was just what the crowd wanted to hear. Said Adam McEwen, “I had a feeling this would be the party to be at. Gavin always does a good one.”