NEW YORK — “Fashion Rocks” made it to Radio City Music Hall Thursday night and most of the stars showed up wearing fabulous outfits that had been picked for them …by their stylists.
“It’s a collaboration,” Gwen Stefani said of her unique ensemble, a NASCAR-inspired black-and-white getup at the after party held at the Rainbow Room, before adding, “I have a big role in it. “
“I have a stylist,” admitted Lisa Marie Presley, who was sitting at a banquette wearing sweatpants and Converse sneakers and looking bored. “Her name’s Jessica Paster. When I’m busy, I can’t possibly deal with what I’m going to wear.”
Simon Le Bon of Duran Duran was standing by the bar waiting to order a dry martini. On his left was Victoria Silvstedt, a blonde Playmate of the Year; on his right, a brunette who held up a lambchop, which he took a bite out of.
He bussed one of them on the ear. Then a smaller brunette at the bar began to flirt with him. “I was feeling left out,” she said with a little smile, before identifying herself as Bridget, no last name given and none needed. Le Bon gave her a little peck on the ear, too.
Of course, he, too, has a stylist these days.
“Her name’s Marjan,” LeBon said. “M-A-R-J-A-N. Want to meet her?”
That same night, at an empty loft space by the West Side Highway, DKNY Jeans hosted a party to celebrate the launch of “Director’s Series,” which is a compilation of the music videos of directors Mark Romanek, Stephane Sednaoui, Anton Corbijn and Jonathan Glazer.
Standing in the back, Cecilia Dean of Visionaire was unconvinced the widespread use of stylists is about anything more than making things more efficient. “Can you imagine being on tour?” she said. “I think they have to have people because they just don’t have the time.”
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But Romanek thinks the tide is about to turn. “There’s a whole new crop of musicians like Devendra Banhart, Sufjan Stevens and Connor Oberst, and none of those guys need stylists,” he said.
The previous night, no stylists were necessary when a flock of the city’s hipsters boated over to Liberty Island, where Helena Christensen and Natalia Vodianova helped the Russian Standard Company launch its new Imperia Vodka. Guests, including Donna Karan, Damon Dash and Rachel Roy, were greeted on land by an army of park rangers, a SWAT team and, of course, plenty of blondes proferring vodka shots to the thirsty travelers.
“Where’s the caviar bar?” clamored revelers who had heard rumors of the vats that were awaiting them. Indeed, the delicacy was abundant, as was the vodka. More intrepid guests opted for an after hours tour of the Statue herself. Later, the crowd was ushered onto the lawn, extravagantly lit with hundreds of lanterns and strewn with luxurious cushions. The dramatic Manhattan skyline, combined with the large red Imperia sign looming over the floating stage where Duran Duran would later play, completed the effect. “We don’t often play in front of other people’s logos, but it’s not a bad one,” said Duran Duran drummer Nick Rhodes, who was capturing the scene with his digital camera. Folk dancers, belly dancers and fortune tellers wound their way through guests such as Julia Restoin Roitfeld, Jacquetta Wheeler, Donovan Leitch and Rufus Albemarle.
Despite the boisterous throngs, which literally consumed every drop of vodka from the shoreline bars, Vodianova’s young son, Lucas, managed to sleep through most of the festivities. Earlier, designer Karan politely asked after the child. “He’s fine,” Vodianova said before her husband, Justin Portman, blurted out, “She’s got another one in there.”