In times of war and recession, there is nothing more reassuring than tradition. This is in some way why the Golden Globes actually felt great last month, and it was why Diane von Furstenberg’s usual post-collection dinner Sunday was so much fun. You knew the menu before you came (Indochine, like it always is), you knew the clan (Marisa Berenson, Suzy Menkes, and Barry Diller), and you knew the hostess.
And even more reassuring was that despite complete financial apocalypse, some of the guests still found ways to complain about fashion week. “10 a.m.?” said an incredulous Fran Lebowitz, talking about Carolina Herrera’s show the next morning with Bob Colacello. “Why isn’t it now? I mean, I’m up, I’m here, I’m ready to go.” Nearby, Michael Roberts was lamenting the continuing trend of big commercial brands who have shows and don’t need to. “There are still designers with nothing to say who say it at great length,” he said.