Nothing says April quite like cherry blossoms, Paris, tax returns — and ladies skittering around in town cars. They came out in force Saturday night, first to Milly de Cabrol’s party for Hamish Bowles, where conversation ranged from which male guest had had the most liposuction to whether it was true that Christina Greeven had borrowed her wedding dress and returned it the following week. (“Not true,” confirmed a spokesperson for Oscar de la Renta.) Guests at de Cabrol’s included Marina Rust (in an unbelievable Levi’s denim ballgown to the floor) and Ian Connor, Anh Duong, Amy Sacco, Jill and Andrew Roosevelt, Marjorie Gubelmann and Reza Raein, Anne Buford and the Albemarles. Meanwhile, a few blocks away, Pia and Christopher Getty — now of London — celebrated their visit to New York with dinner and dancing at home for the likes of Marie-Chantal and Pavlos of Greece, Tory and Christopher Burch, Jennifer and Larry Creel, Nathalie Kaplan, Caroline Berthet (who also deejayed), Cristina and Karim Tabet, Eva and Lorenzo Lorenzotti and Rena and Sami Sindi.
Scanning the room at a New York party last week, a bored socialite sighed and said, “Too much Chloe. Lack of imagination.” Just don’t tell that to Lara Flynn Boyle, who spent half her Saturday at Fred Segal Melrose trying on pants and tops from Chloe and from rival label Stella McCartney. The actress, who walked in wearing jeans tighter than her own skin and a giant helmet hairdo a la J.Lo at the Oscars and Versace’s ads from last year, squeezed into one outfit after another and shouted across the store for approval. “Is this hot? This is hot! I must have this, it’s hot!” she squealed. “Is a two the smallest size you have?”