BLAME IT ON THE BOOGIE
“I think the art world is very easy to satirize,” said Anh Duong Tuesday night. “Like any other industry, it’s just a game.”
Danny Moynihan might have poked fun at the New York art world and its colorful cast of characters in his new novel, “Boogie-Woogie,” but that didn’t keep his subject matter from showing up in droves at the Gagosian Gallery for Moynihan’s book party.
The curator-turned-author, who joined John and Rachel Feinstein Currin, Nina Griscom, Yvonne Force, Jeanne Greenberg-Rohatyn and Anne McNally, insisted that the key to a good launch is a good, stiff drink.
“My friends told me this would be a great pick-me-up,” he said, gesturing to his Moscow mule, a gingery cocktail planted in nearly everyone’s hand. Larry Gagosian insisted that “Boogie-Woogie” was next on his reading list.
“I’m a little embarrassed, but I haven’t read the whole thing, yet,” he said. “But Damien Hirst did the cover.”
Uptown, Christian Dior opened its 57th Street flagship for a Mardi Gras party to benefit the French Institute Alliance Francaise.
“In France, there was always a carnival,” Olivia Flatto said. “Ever since I’ve moved to New York, I’ve never done anything to celebrate.”
But Flatto, like most of the ladies in the room, passed up the Mardi Gras beads in favor of one of John Galliano’s siren dresses. Kalliope Karella even fashioned a sling for her injured arm with a CD-imprinted scarf.
“I am drenched in Dior,” she laughed.