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The London Scene, From An Old Hooker Den To A Neoclassical Manse


Location, location, location. The realtor’s mantra came to mind on Thursday night in London. First, the NEWGEN event at Somerset House, the new home of London fashion week. The neoclassical structure is one of the city’s most elegant riverside buildings, with a sweeping terrace that was particularly seductive in the summer gloaming. It’s also ideal for shoots—i-D was photographing the NEWGEN winners as they were announced. Amanda Harlech let Robert Forrest tear her away for a hard-hatted tour of the building site that will eventually become Robin Hurley’s new club. It’s in Shepherd’s Market, a louche-ly quaint hooker hangout of centuries past, and Rifat Ozbek had created a convincingly decadent mock-up of what the finished product may look like. Then, while Harlech linked up with Sarah Mower and the fashion world at the Royal College of Art’s graduate show, a smattering of London’s art, pop, and design aristocracy joined some genu-wine lords and ladies at Lancaster House, where HRH Prince Robert of Luxembourg was hosting a dinner to celebrate the 75th anniversary of his grandfather’s acquisition of Château Haut-Brion. There’ll be eight dinners in eight key cities around the world, but how many of them will be set in a spectacularly maintained neoclassical (again, but it’s such a good look) mansion that was once assessed as the most valuable private house in London, with St. James Palace on one side and Buckingham Palace on the other, just across—more or less—the velvety greensward? Speaking of velvet, the main course of lamb was served with a Château Haut-Brion 1961 that smacked unforgettably of velvet smoke. Those savoring it included Viscount and Viscountess Linley, Bryan Ferry and Amanda Shepherd, Vladimir Restoin-Roitfeld and Erin Heatherton, and Charlotte Stockdale and Marc Newson, whose boy-toy table talk with Matthew Freud was—according to Camilla Lowther, who was parked between the two—all about planes. Their own, one assumes. Speaking of taking flight, Serena, Marchioness of Bute, looked heaven-bound in a fishtailed goddess dress by Roland Mouret (pictured).

Photo: Dave M. Benett / Getty Images

At Newcomer Aganovich, Harlechs and Ice


It certainly doesn’t hurt to have über-muse Lady Amanda Harlech take an interest in a young label, but Nana Aganovich and Brooke Taylor of the line Aganovich are in no rush. The London-based duo are on their third outing, but it’s the first that’s commercially available. And on Lady Harlech’s advice, they headed to Paris to show it. At the Galerie Anne de Villepoix, Taylor, a philosophy major, explained the collection’s somewhat abstract inspiration: the barren landscapes of Greenland leading into Borges’ infinite paradoxes. It was up to Aganovich, a Central Saint Martins alum, to translate that into clothes. She did so with a stark white, black, and glacial blue palette, piecing together cotton, silk, and antique linen on seamed dresses, a trench, and a neat cape to clean, minimal effect. On the softer side: a prim ivory blouse with gently draped sleeves.

The duo used white-faced mannequins throughout, and the first three rooms toyed with a cold, too-perfect tension. But the final chambre held a warmer surprise. Asleep on a bed was Lady Harlech’s daughter Tallulah, who, as a warm-blooded woman, was, Aganovich said, “The one that all the icy mannequins vie to be.” The younger Harlech “awoke” to chat before resuming her repose. “I wanted to be involved because Nana has a way of cutting that is quite exquisite,” she told us. The budding actress added with a laugh, “This is definitely the most interesting role I’ve ever had!”

Photo: Courtesy of Aganovich

Boucheron Fêtes Its Marc Newson-Designed Necklace


It’s been reported recently that shoppers are now more interested in investment purchases—things like jewelry—than the throwaway clothes that seemed so indispensible in flusher economic times. So the challenge for a luxury jeweler these days is to remind customers that it exists. Boucheron did a good job of that in Paris last night at a party celebrating the brand’s collaboration with Marc Newson on a giant diamond necklace. Doormen and waiters were handsome male models wearing only tuxedo jackets and bowties, the first floor of the Place Vendôme’s store had been converted into a giant pink disco with a light-up floor, and upstairs, the necklace in question was perched next to a giant roulette table filled with Boucheron poker chips. But there was no distracting Lady Amanda Harlech from the bling. “It’s a work of art, something completely elaborate and impressive,” Karl Lagerfeld’s muse enthused about Newson’s fancy neckwear, continuing, “It’s like the Big Bang in diamonds, something that channels the algorithms of the human heart.” Newson himself wasn’t there for the accolades since he showed up a few hours into the fête, but he was excited about the night’s entertainment: “I think we got the Uzbekistan version of the Pussycat Dolls to perform, which will be amazing.” Not far behind him, engrossed in conversation with YSL’s Stefano Pilati, was Newson’s wife, the stylist Charlotte Stockdale. “I don’t get to keep it,” she said of the necklace. “I think I get the case, though.” As for those of you who’d like more than the empty box, Boucheron chose not to divulge the necklace’s price, but one publicist admitted it was an “ambitious” number.

Photo: Stéphane Feugère / Courtesy of Boucheron