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China Club
John Galliano and co. capped off a two-day celebration of all things Dior with a massive party in Shanghai’s Bund district on Saturday night. Kelis rocked the stage with backup vocals from a team of models fresh from the runway, as Chinese stars Zhou Xun, Ethan Ruan, Chen Kun, and Barbie Hsu posted away on Weibo, the Chinese version of Twitter. Charlize Theron and Marion Cotillard, meanwhile, were in tourist mode, snapping shots of the dramatic Lady Dior blue rose light show, which set aglow building facades across the river.
“I am here as a collaborator, but also as a friend,” said Theron, who counts herself a buddy of Galliano’s as well as a Dior campaign star. Nearby in the VIP booth, Hélène Arnault, wife of LVMH chairman Bernard Arnault, reflected, “Shanghai has changed so much since the first time we came. We never thought even ten years ago that we could do something like this.”
Sidney Toledano, the Dior CEO, wasn’t thinking of expanding markets at that moment. “All of this is to have fun,” he said. Then he joined Galliano behind the decks with DJ Jeremy Healy, where the duo proceeded to rock out to Lady Gaga like a couple of club kids.
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The Sea List
The Cannes Film Festival got an injection of la dolce vita over the weekend, as Gucci threw not one but two glamour-drenched parties. On Friday, the Italian label sponsored the premiere of the re-release of Visconti’s 1963 masterpiece Il Gattopardo, which was restored by Martin Scorsese‘s Film Foundation. The Leopard, as it’s known on our side of the Atlantic, is often referred to as Italy’s Gone With the Wind. “We are committed to the preservation and appreciation of great works like this,” Scorsese said after the screening. But would the Oscar-winning director venture to compare his own works to those which his society preserves? Not a chance.
On Saturday, Gucci sponsored Vanity Fair‘s annual Cannes bash, which was packed from wall to wall—or, in the case of the Hôtel du Cap venue, from seaside cliffs to yacht-filled sea—with boldfaced names. Jennifer Lopez and Kate Beckinsale were representing for Hollywood, and Naomi Campbell and Margherita Missoni led the fashion camp. Even local royalty—i.e., Charlotte Casiraghi, who was in Monaco with her family for the Grand Prix—made an appearance. And believe us when we tell you, no box was left unchecked: handsome waiters, glasses never even half empty, not to mention a more-amusing-than-usual party favor (a Zippo lighter inscribed with an Elizabeth Taylor quote: “When the sun comes up, I have morals again”). Gucci’s Frida Giannini kept herself busy running around with a camera person, working the crowd for photo ops. Making a beeline from Tommy Hilfiger to Karolina Kurkova, she told us, “There are so many people I want to say hi to there.”
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Tall Tales
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Sunglasses at Night
Decades ago, the likes of Lou Reed helped make Ray-Ban aviators the downtown rebel’s (and many other people’s) eyewear of choice. Last night, the brand embraced its rock roots with a concert headlined by the original Real Wild Child, Iggy Pop.
A chance to see the Stooges front man perform—for free, no less—is no small thing, and so plenty of acolytes made the trip over to the Music Hall of Williamsburg with time to spare, Lindsay Lohan, Kate Bosworth, and Kelly Osbourne included. This being a corporate gig, however, some were wondering if Iggy would truly bring it. “The last time I saw him, everybody from the second floor was pouring pitchers of beer on him,” recalled jewelry designer Eddie Borgo. That’s setting the bar pretty high. But when the headliner strutted out amid slashing guitars and tore his shirt off and flipped the audience the bird, he removed most everyone’s doubts.
Before long, Jessica Stam was peeling off her layers. A few feet away from her on an upstairs balcony, Juliette Lewis was whooping. Perfectly positioned to drizzle beer down onto the stage, Agyness Deyn was busy dancing, while below her, Iggy sweated, shouted, flopped onto the front row a few times, and at one point hauled as many crazed fans as he could onto the stage with him. How does the 63-year-old punk pioneer still do it? Photographer Mick Rock, who’s been around the block with him enough to have some insight, might have had the definitive answer: “He’s, like, a freak.”
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