Most Recent Articles In Parties
Latest Parties Articles
- Iris Apfel Hosts London Dinner, Attends Her Documentary’s U.K. Premiere
- Ben Pundole Celebrates A Hotel Life’s Two-Year Anniversary
- Eichner’s Eye: Super Saturday Weekend
More Articles By
“Flats, of course,” Jessica Seinfeld said from the lawn of her East Hampton home on Saturday evening. She was extending her leg to show off her terrain-friendly footwear: a pair of bedazzled sandals. “They’re Armani. Aren’t they gorgeous?” she said, admiring her blinged-out foot. “Sparkly flats for a sparkly evening.”
Giorgio Armani underwrote the party — the Baby Buggy Summer Dinner that Jessica and Jerry Seinfeld host annually at their East End compound on Further Lane. Jessica Seinfeld was taking a break from flitting across the backyard of their home — or, technically, the yard behind the guesthouse — where guests were scattered. “It’s especially important right now because the world is so chaotic and people want to feel like they can help somehow,” she said of the nonprofit, which she established in 2001. It provides diapers, cribs and the like to families in need. “It’s microcosmal. If you help a baby, you help a family. When you help a family, you help a community. When you help a community, you affect change in a real way.”
As she does every year, Mrs. Seinfeld managed to coax out the expected subset of celebs (read: parents who frequent the South Fork of Long Island) for the soiree — Rachel Zoe and Rodger Berman, Kourtney Kardashian and Scott Disick, Nacho Figueras and Delfina Blaquier, Alec and Hilaria Baldwin and Seinfeld besties George Stephanopoulos and Ali Wentworth.
Kardashian and Disick trotted in just before dinner was seated. “I wonder if that’s Kardashian Kollection…” one guest muttered under his breath of Kardashian’s creamy maternity frock. “Ready Nacho?” Zoe squealed in her croaky Californian drawl, as she pulled out her chair, plugged in between Figueras and Veronica Miele Beard.
“Ahem!” Wentworth breathed into the mic as guests shuffled around their tables finding their place cards. “We’d like dessert to come out before 3 a.m., so let’s start this evening. Thank you for being here. Cystic Fibrosis is incredibly…” she cracked to nervous laughter. “Pardon me! Wrong dinner.”