TERRY TOWN: Entrance into Terry Richardson’s gallery show at Half Gallery on Forsyth Street on Friday night was close to impossible due to the throngs of fans eager for a glimpse of Richardson or one of his famous friends. “Did you get in to see it?” Lindsey Wixson asked. “Most people didn’t.” Charlotte Free bit her lip and nodded, setting the fuchsia ends of her peroxided hair wiggling: “It was crazy.”
Wixson and Free were at the Kanon Vodka-hosted celebratory dinner at the new Acme Bar & Grill restaurant on Great Jones Street, which is a well-lit, heavily mirrored boîte that felt related to Indochine in lighting and layout and, lo and behold, it was quickly revealed to be owned by Jean-Marc Houmard, John Neidich and Evanly Schindler, who were all on hand for the party. “We’re almost open,” Houmard grinned, though there were no seats to spare with Richard Phillips, China Chow, Bill Powers and Ke$ha mingling among the guests. After the dinner, guests piled in at The Westway among the after-party crowds, which included Ashley Olsen and Sante D’Orazio, to shimmy and gawk at a pair of extremely muscular male strippers wearing what appeared to be fringed dance belts. One hoisted an enthused female reveler up from the dance floor onto his hefty frame. “This reminds me of the Eighties, really, the wires coming out of the walls, the chipped paint, the photo booth,” D’Orazio said in the back room of the nightspot, indicating a retro-style photo booth that provides strips of black-and-white images. “I’ve seen some wild stuff go down in a photo booth like that, before.” Over his shoulder it appeared that the dancers onstage were miming sex acts. D’Orazio continued, without turning: “People would get very strange in those photo booths. But maybe it’s not that crazy anymore. Times change.”
This story first appeared in the November 15, 2011 issue of WWD. Subscribe Today.