Last night’s dinner for Jade Jagger gave new meaning to the expression “tie one on.” The designer was in town to show off her new collection of jewelry, which included “disco diamonds” and baubles featuring Corinthian leaves and Apollonian arrows. “I wasn’t thinking of the Olympics, I promise,” noted Jagger, as plates of crab claws and fish tacos landed on the table at Mister H. Guests at the dinner, including Anna Dello Russo, left the party with a Jagger piece of their own—a red string bracelet flecked with ribbon and beads, which Jagger personally tied onto every wrist. One diner entertained a scruple: Was there, er, any kind of religious meaning to this bracelet? “No—it’s a temple bracelet,” Jagger said, going on to explain that the bracelets are commonplace in India, where she produces all her jewelry. “That would be funny, though, if there was,” she added, knotting the bracelet. “Ha ha, guess what? You’re in my cult now.”
The spitting weather wasn’t enough to kill the Mondrian SoHo’s buzz last night. Russell Simmons, Prabal Gurung, Richard Chai, Thakoon and Eve stopped all by to celebrate the hotel’s official opening, dine at chef Sam Talbot’s Imperial No. Nine restaurant, catch a set by The Kills’ Jamie Hince and Allison Mosshart (above), and then head for the hotel’s club, Mister H.
Prabal Gurung, stylist Brad Goreski, and friends showed off their dance moves under a neon sign that reads—in Chinese letters—”Happy, Love, Drunk.” Overdo it on that last one and you might be tempted to take a turn on the newly-installed stripper pole, but you’d have to compete with the evening’s hired entertainment. A group of scantily clad dancers were wrapped around it.
“I kind of feel like I am in L.A.,” confessed Ally Hilfiger, as she gazed at the decadent chandeliers and a table topped with crystal vases of all shapes and sizes. “I am a big fan of the Mondrian—their bedding is very soft, which I appreciate as a designer.” Goreski, for his part, had meant to leave after dinner and make his way home to to his own bed—lthe better to rest up for a “big job on Saturday”—but the call of the Mister H after-party was too strong, and off he went.
The evening’s DJ, Mia Moretti, also had to soldier on. The dance floor was still full, after all, and after that? “I’m off to Austin tomorrow morning for South by Southwest and I can’t even look at my schedule past then!”