After the fifth day of the Milan shows, it was tempting to crawl into bed, order room service, and channel-surf until the Oscar broadcast started at 2 a.m. local time. But then we would’ve missed Angela Missoni’s dinner party, and you don’t want to miss one of those. Why? There’s the legendary Missoni hospitality, for starters. And, of course, there’s the bacalao, the prosciutto crudo, the smoky risotto, and the wine. Lots of wine. Then there’s the chance to watch fashion’s jeunesse dorée—Giovanna Battaglia, Vladimir Restoin-Roitfeld, Fiona Scarry, and Margherita and Teresa Missoni, included—let its collective hair down. Last night, they all had to wait until the family patriarch, Tai Missoni, who’s just turned 90, left the premises. The stereo was turned on shortly before 11, and that’s when Josefine Pigeon made her entrance wearing Fall 2011 Missoni. After Paris, she’s headed to Carnival in Rio. If you’re down that way and looking for a fun party, keep an eye out for the bird in the Carmen Miranda hat.
“My feet hurt,” moaned Angela Missoni after a day that had seen her show her Fall collection twice, then be carted off to a surprise birthday party in honor of her recent 50th. The kids—Margherita, Francesco, and Teresa—got her out of the house by pretending the dinner she was hosting for the British press would have to be moved due to a plumbing disaster in her building. The ingenious plot was blown by a journalist friend who called from New York Wednesday night and mentioned the party. “I don’t think I’m supposed to know about that,” Angela sagely observed, so she played along. On Thursday she walked into a typical Missoni evening: an unbelievable spread of food, friends she’d had since she was 14, and her family all around. A slideshow tracked Angela from babe in arms through her hot tamale teens and twenties to her current blissed-out state. “Fifty? Feh!” she shrugged.