All dressed up at The Frick.
|The weather was mild enough yesterday and last night that we were reminded Spring is just three weeks away. Although for all we know, maybe winter is too.
These past few days have been very stressful for a lot of New Yorkers, in case you haven’t noticed; maybe just a lot of people in general. The news of the world is bad and constantly threatens to worsen. The leadership of the world, almost universally offers no solace to its peoples, or, it would seem, solutions. Their resolve is tainted with ego, with misinformation, with greed posing as public service, with bullies in bully pulpits and a lot of people dying. Or losing limbs and therefore parts of their lives and livelihood forever. When you walk down Fifth Avenue midday, observing the passing crowds with their digitals, with their fresh, shining shopping bags, you can get the impression that there’s not a care in the world to be found anywhere. Looks are deceiving, as it is with those who deceive.
The theme of dress was black tie, britches; “Dress to exhilarate.” They dress for Mr. Frick’s house. There were more than 600 present, about the galleries, the atrium as well as dancing to a very good DJ Pat “Caramel” Regne. The lavendar-lit Music Room was set with leather club chairs and chintz upholstered seating, a faux fireplace (with a faux fire), all to evoke an English country house. Mr. Frick liked English country houses.
The waitstaff maneuvered deftly and unobtrusively through the crowds, passing out an irresistible menu (from Mary Giuliani Catering) including a selection of savory passed hors d'oeuvres: filet of beef on Stilton crostini with horseradish crème, mini grilled cheese with truffle oil, mini beef cottage pies, endive spoons with smoked trout mousse, steamed shrimp cocktail with traditional spicy sauce, wild mushrooms en croute with gruyere and tomato puree, smoked salmon on brown bread with crème fraiche and capers, baby new potatoes with English cheddar & smoked bacon, curried chicken in mini lettuce wraps, and mini Yorkshire puddings. And the inevitable champagne (Moet Chandon) flowing. The evening was sponsored by Angel Sanchez (and there were several women in his dresses), Moet Chandon, Belvedere Vodka, Glennorangie Scotch and Christie’s.
Chairmen of the evening were Lydia Fenet, Tinsley Mortimer, and Elisabeth Saint-Amand. Honorary Chairs were Marina Rust Connor, Lauren du Pont, Nathalie Gerschel Kaplan, Martha Loring and Mariana Sabater.
Among the guests: Alexandra Adame, Oxana Adler, Tory Burch, Amanda Baird, Melissa Berkelhammer, Genevieve Wheeler Brown, Marisa Noel Brown, Alexis Bryan, Robert Camacho, Christine Coulson, Robert Couturier, Kipton Cronkite, Charles de Viel Castel, Caitlin Davis, Jake Bright, Andrew and Lydia Fenet, Rochelle Gores, Phoebe Gubelmann, Jacqueline Hampton, Kim Hicks, Alexandra Lebenthal and Jay Diamond, Ana Maria Iragorri, Julian Iragorri, Anait Bian, Claire Bernard, Paul Desmarais, Phoebe Eaton, Helen Clay Chace, Sarah Murray Irwin, Dayssi and Paul Kanavos, Beth Freund, Mark Gilbertson, Alixie Laughlin, Sasha and Maria Leviant, Nick and Anna Loeb, B Michael, Susan Shin, Nathalie Gerschel Kaplan, Christopher Leach, Alexandra Lebenthal, Martha Loring, Gillian Miniter, Sheila Parham, Alexandra Lind Rose, Anna Rothschild, Victoria Rotenstreich, Eugenie Roussel, Arden and Walter Rowley, Elisabeth Saint-Amand, Juan and Marianna Sabater, Angel Sanchez, Danielle Sapse, Andrew Thomas, Charlotte Wagster, Arden Wohl, Adelina Wong, Jennifer Wright.