You’ve got to give it to Louis Vuitton chief Yves Carcelle —he lives a life his customers would envy. Carcelle and his wife, Rebecca, arrived in St. Moritz last week on the private jet of friends Philippe and Nori Starck for a sophisticated mix of business and pleasure. After a week of skiing and socializing at others’ parties, Carcelle threw one of his own Friday night to celebrate the opening of an expanded Louis Vuitton boutique, just across from the Palace Hotel.
This story first appeared in the February 27, 2003 issue of WWD. Subscribe Today.
He was still laughing about a small dinner the Starcks hosted the night before, where the French designer took over bar duties and mixed margaritas for his dozen guests, including a bevy of beauties. “Girls, girls, girls!” Starck called out as he made the rounds with a pitcher of cocktails.
“Philippe wasn’t mixing them by the glass but by the barrel,” said Carcelle. “You thought he was a designer, but really he’s a bartender.”
Carcelle, after giving his guests some bubbly at the Vuitton boutique, led them outside and along a pathway of blue lights embedded in the snow to an upstairs party space. From there, it was up another hill to dinner and dancing at the Chesa Veglia. And who were first to heat up the dance floor there — the Carcelles, bien sur.