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NEW YORK — The summer heat seems to have gone to everyone’s head. Regulars on the party circuit this week were either bidding on nude pictures or talking about their Skivvies.

On Thursday night, the sleek white booths at Jean-Georges Vongerichten’s new boîte Perry St. — a favorite fashion hangout before it’s even open — were filled with some of fashion’s finest for a Calvin Klein dinner in honor of Natalia Vodianova and Freddie Ljungberg, stars of its spring 2006 underwear campaign.

Francisco Costa, taking a break from work on his spring collection, was certainly happy about the choice of venues. “I probably won’t be able to get in once it opens, so it’s good I’m having a party here,” he joked.

The model- and media-heavy crowd — including Steven Klein, Charlotte Ronson, Helena Christensen, Ingrid Sischy, Caroline Winberg and Alex Lundqvist — seemed equally pleased. Expected guest Christina Applegate was a no-show, but her “Don’t Tell Mom the Babysitter’s Dead” co-star Josh Charles lounged by the bar with Fisher Stevens, brought to the dinner by his underwear preference.

“I only wear Calvin Klein underwear…I’m a Jewish guy, so I don’t like asking for much,” Charles said.

Clive Owen, in New York this summer to film Spike Lee’s new film, was much less forthcoming on his undergarment choices. “That’s a very personal question,” he demurred before scuttling off.

Seated next to Owen was Ali Larter, who had just returned from three months filming “Marigold” in India and felt a bit of culture shock on returning home. “Coming here tonight, I was like, ‘I don’t even remember how to do this.’”

Earlier in the evening, Cartier held a cocktail party at its Fifth Avenue mansion for “4 Inches,” the picture book of celebs in Cartier jewels, Jimmy Choo stilettos and their birthday suits. Rosanna Arquette showed up to take a quick look at her portrait — not the first time she’s posed nude, she said — but ran off early to screen her new documentary, “All We Are Saying” at Rockefeller Center. Celerie Kemble, Alex Kramer and Zani Gugelmann stuck around for the rather competitive live auction benefitting the Elton John AIDS Foundation. Arquette’s seductive photo sold for $6,000, but Alex von Furstenberg laid down more than double that for the shot of Nicky Hilton butt-naked and eating cake in a kitchen ($12,500); Tamara Mellon’s own photo brought in a whopping $25,000. “I’ll throw in dinner,” she offered. 

This story first appeared in the June 20, 2005 issue of WWD.  Subscribe Today.

The previous night in L.A., Anna Sui launched her fairy-inspired fragrance, Secret Wish for Victoria’s Secret. But it was a fantastical icon of much loftier status that had the designer bubbling at a dinner at the Little Door, co-hosted by Michelle Hicks and longtime friend Linda Ramone, whom Sui has known for 28 years. “Do you think I can score tickets to see King Tut? I really want to go,” she said to pals Henry Duarte, Jo Champa and Sex Pistol-cum-superstar radio DJ Steve Jones about the blockbuster exhibit that opened at the Los Angeles County Museum of Art that same night. Talk quickly turned to how Egyptian mania will inevitably influence pop culture — and fashion — again. Not everyone took to high-brow conversations, however. “Your mingling time is over,” Ramone informed Vincent Gallo who, in true form, spent the evening monopolizing PYT Spencer Richmond (who resembles her mom, Jaclyn Smith), while Nicolas Cage continuously nuzzled his wife, Alice Kim.

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