Slush-spattered pants legs and black Manolos ringed in salt are never a welcome sight. But on Monday night, they befit the code of unabashed eccentricity at the Screwball, New York City Opera’s benefit-cum-thrift shop.
“Anh came as a Judith Leiber handbag,” joked co-chair Hamish Bowles of his friend Anh Duong’s Celine, whose leopard-print pattern was densely mapped out in Swarovski crystals.
Bowles, no traitor to the night’s madcap opulence, came dressed like a Scottish groom — if Scottish grooms wore richly beaded haute couture courtesy of Christian Dior. Lauren duPont, wearing a 2-D paper emerald necklace that bore a striking resemblance to Marjorie Gubelmann’s very real version of the same, dug through all the vintage Sonia Rykiel and Fernando Sanchez with Aerin Lauder Zinterhofer and Marina Rust Connor. DuPont and Zinterhofer had just spent the weekend in Palm Beach.
“I gave Aerin a haircut,” said duPont, fingering her friend’s tresses. “She was beginning to look like Crystal Gayle.”
Meanwhile, Christopher Walken, Emma Thompson, Stephanie Seymour, Martha Stewart, Pia Getty and hundreds of other fans of America’s favorite flesh-eater pushed and shoved their way into the packed theater for the premiere of “Hannibal” at the Ziegfeld.
“Fabulous!” gushed Lauren Bacall at the lavish after-party held at the New York Public Library. “Beautifully acted, beautifully directed,” she added, kissing her fingers with a flourish.
But for the fainter at heart, Hannibal’s gastronomic whims were a bit much.
“I was totally grossed out,” said Julianna Margulies with a shiver. “It was just disgusting.”