The crowd had already sung two rounds of “Happy Birthday” by the time Samantha Kluge’s giant cake emerged from the kitchen of the Seabar at the Mondrian Hotel in Los Angeles.
Underneath the 30 candles, a pair of crossed and fishnetted woman’s legs — sculpted in icing — summed up the party’s theme: Hollywood glamour through the ages.
“Samantha can really pull in a crowd,” said Donovan Leitch from behind the ersatz mustache that was the finishing touch to his sleazy, Seventies-movie-producer get-up.
Kluge, bedecked in red, flapper-style tassels, ran around the room waving a Roaring Twenties cigarette holder. Meanwhile, Samantha Ronson was delighted to find that her little white Prada dress made the perfect costume for Nurse Ratched from “One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest.”
“I just love coming to L.A.,” said Duncan Sheik, who has known Kluge since the days when she’d visit her friends at Brown. “It gives me the opportunity to rent tacky white convertible cars, drive around in the sun and wear crazy suits.”
“I just wore anything I could squeeze into,” confessed Tatiana Von Furstenberg. Expecting a baby in less than seven weeks, she sank into an armchair and sighed. “I don’t have a name yet, but I’m sure I’ve been keeping a list since the third grade.”
When they weren’t showering Kluge with birthday kisses, the crowd congratulated Rachel Peters on the recent success of “Boys Don’t Cry,” which she produced.
“I’ve been just floating for the last week,” she said. But as her friends praised her good taste in movies, Peters laughed. “Unfortunately, my taste in men has been disastrous.”