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The Palais de la Decouverte in Paris is not a museum known for hosting nocturnal escapades. But last Monday night, the place was buzzing when Arianna Hohenlohe, Jean-Gabrielle Mitterrand and his son Edouard — currently one of Paris’s hottest bachelors — Herve Leger and Sandrine de Montmort celebrated the ninth Perrier-Jouet design prize.
The candlelit rooms made for a romantic setting, but the lack of air-conditioning left Emmanuel de Brantes and Ira von Furstenberg frantically fanning themselves.
“Ira, you should design ones that will fold into your evening purse,” suggested Kirat Young. A purse-size fire extinguisher might have been an even better idea. One table nearly caught fire when the moss at the base of the pale pink candles went up in flames. Arthur de Mortemart saved the night when he swept the burning centerpiece off the table with his arm, extinguishing it on the floor.
A few nights later in New York, a familiar crowd of New York dance fans and downtown glamour-pusses, including Isaac Mizrahi, Sandy Hill, Andre Balazs, Anne McNally, Matthew Marks and Ahn Duong, ventured across the Brooklyn Bridge for a benefit performance of Mark Morris’s “Dido and Aeneas” at the Brooklyn Academy of Music. Morris danced the roles of the Queen of Carthage and the Sorceress, tossing around his flowing locks and flashing his gold-leaf fingernails.
“He says this is it,” confided Katie Ford afterward, at a party in the soaring neo-Romanesque lobby of the Republic Bank. “This is the last time he’s going to dance Dido. After this, he’s going to cut his hair.”
Hill and Mizrahi drew everyone’s gaze when they appeared at the marble balustrade of the mezzanine above.
“Now we’ll perform the balcony scene from ‘Romeo and Juliet,”‘ said Hill as she surveyed her audience. Then she stuck the microphone in Mizrahi’s face.
“No comment,” he stuttered. “Aren’t you excited? I have no comment.”

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