New York, 1984
Tonight was a true star-studded media event. Everyone had turned
out for Countess Dani diPortanova.
The creme de la creme of New York society--the glitterati from
the charity ball circuit, the movers and shakers from Central Park
West to Madison Avenue, the Old Guard and the Eurotrash from the
Upper East Side, SoHo, and Tribeca--had all put on their party clothes
for the evening s festivities at the Fashion Institute of Technology.
Oscar de la Renta was there, the sand still clinging to his toes, just
back from his home in the Dominican Republic. Calvin, of course,
looking trim and handsome. Ralph Lauren and his wife, Rickie. Di-
ane Von Furstenberg, shorn of her shoulder-length waves for the first
time in years, sporting a freshly bobbed haircut. Norma Kamali, flip-
ping through her "life book" as she walked past the photographers
strobes, double-checking what party she d he attending afterward.
Halston, as usual dressed from head to toe in black.
Escorted by a famous photographer, an equally famous model
mugged impishly for the reporters and photographers from People,
the New York Post, the Daily News, Interview, Women s Wear Daily,
and the tabloids. Close behind was Andy Warhol and, behind
him, the leaders of the fashion industry, writers, and retailers, as well
as a flurry of titled Europeans.
Everyone who tracked fashion trends and the A list crowd was also
present on this gloriously balmy September evening for the 42nd An-
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