The Fendi O’ party has become such a fashion week staple—usually with a surprise performance—that when the label hadn’t planned anything for this Paris Fall season, it was disappointment all around. Enter last night’s little get-together, called F’, at Le Montana. It may have been a Lagerfeld-free affair, but that didn’t seem to bother the mix of models and curiously cute French boys dancing in the smoky, sweaty, and packed-like-sardines basement of the club. Alexa Chung was on the tables, and mixing it up on the dance floor last night were Jefferson Hack, Anouck Lepère (dancing separately, gossipers), Isabeli Fontana and Eniko Mihalik (left), and Alexia Niedzielski.
Jessica Stam and her stylist J. Logan Horne took care of the live-music element themselves, having just come from seeing Katy Perry play at The Senate—just part of a pretty enviable-sounding day that included lunch at Ralph’s and a visit with Azzedine Alaïa between fittings. “We always visit him when we come to Paris,” said Stam. “He’s one of the reasons I’m still modeling.”
On a night of many parties, this was just a stop for many. Alexander Wang and his friend-slash-interiors-guru Ryan Korban—in Paris hunting for a showroom space that Wang hopes to have open by Resort season in May—arrived after Alice Dellal’s live performance-cum-soirée had died down. “It’s another reason to come to Paris,” Wang explained. “Though I will never have enough reasons to come to Paris.” And then it was on to the next party. “Are you going to Stella?” he asked.
I am finding this out the hard way: Venice is a late-night city. So late, in fact, that I’m having a hard time keeping up. (I’m blaming jet lag, but—heaven forbid—I hope this doesn’t mean I’m getting old.) Take Thursday night, for example: After François Pinault’s museum opening, an Interview magazine cocktail party on the island of Giudecca, and a decadent Missoni dinner on a boat in the Arsenale district of town, I was dragged to—get this—the Lido airport for a Danish and Nordic pavilions-sponsored dance party on an actual plane runway. I was the only one worried that this might violate some sort of FAA regulation: Neville Wakefield, Eugenie Niarchos, Olympia Scarry, and Alexia Niedzielski all ambushed the DJ booth, threw down their purses and man bags, and started a few dance-offs with the local revelers. It was surreal, and if that wasn’t enough, post-runway rave it was back to the Bauer Hotel terrace, where we all were last night, for more drinks. (Though, I must divulge, even the chicest of European girls had moved on to beer at this point, hoping to fill their stomachs.) Here the likes of Viscount Dan Macmillan congregated with Giambattista Valli and Elisabeth von Thurn und Taxis. At that hour—and that blood alcohol level—Venice really worked its charm: Look here, I even spotted Antonio Berardi having a little moment with 10magazine‘s Sophia Neophitou, until Margherita Missoni came and broke it up.