Steven Klein’s Bridgehampton benefit wasn’t the only fashion party out east on Saturday night. Jill Stuart and her husband Ron Curtis celebrated their daughter Morgan’s 21st birthday in nearby Sagaponack too. That meant a cake, a tent, a hot tub, and a bar that was never less than six people deep the entire evening. "Scary, isn’t it?" asked Stuart, who has two other daughters, one who’s 18 (and spent part of the night dancing on the white booths with her older sister) and another who’s 12. "I can’t believe I have a girl that can drive, vote, and drink—legally—now."

—Derek BlasbergPhoto: Derek Blasberg

You can always measure the success of a store opening by: 1. guests drinking the Veuve Clicquot bar dry, and 2. the attendance of local designers doing their bit to congratulate you on a retail spot in the same city as your old stomping ground. Such was the case in Los Angeles last night at the 3.1 Phillip Lim opening on Robertson Boulevard, as the likes of Magda Berliner, Jesse Kamm, and Jasmin Shokrian showed their support for the SoCal native along with Emmy Rossum, who was in the mood for a little Thursday evening retail therapy. "Is the register open tonight? I brought my credit card especially," she cooed. And she wasn’t the only one, as guests within the 5,000-square-foot store (Lim’s third to date and said to be four years in the making) shopped up a storm among a myriad of rooms separated by pyramid foam walls, bamboo-lined shelves, lacquered concrete floors, and circular skylights. Next door’s tanning salon never had it this good.

—Linlee AllenPhoto: Linlee Allen

From the Out of Left Field department: Madge and A-Rod are apparently having late-night trysts at the potential divorcee’s NYC apartment. Is it possible she’s found someone with a more obnoxious one-word moniker than her own?

LVMH takes eBay to task to the tune of a cool $61 million. Better check that limited-edition Richard Prince you’re carrying.—Alison Baenen

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It wasn’t easy, but someone managed to steal the spotlight away from the roped-off VIP area for just a moment at Tuesday night’s party for the Visionaire collaboration with Lacoste, which was held on a boat in the Seine. As most eyes gawked at Karl Lagerfeld and his handsome entourage, not to mention the bevy of models (Lisa Cant, Emina Cunmulaj, etc.) and fashion heavy hitters (Hamish Bowles, Stefano Pilati, Christian Lacroix, and Cecilia Dean) that surrounded him, a birthday cake with sparklers was noisily carried through the crowd. “How embarrassing was that?” asked the birthday girl, French model Morgane Dubled, who had no idea that a friend had brought the cake—and the attention-screaming sparklers—to the party. “Here I was minding my own business with my friends and then suddenly everyone is staring at me. Ah!” To make matters worse, everyone kept asking how old she was, a no-no question for models. Even at the end of the night, after Karl and co. had left, she still couldn’t catch a break. As she sat on the railing smoking a cigarette, one of the security men asked her to stand up. “Listen, it’s my birthday and my feet hurt,” she pleaded. “You try walking in these all day and all night.” No dice.—Derek Blasberg

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With the seemingly never-ending and rapidly expanding Resort collections wrapping up last week and the Spring 2009 collections just around the corner, how could anyone deal with another fashion week, you ask? Well, that’s exactly what those covering the swim market (or those looking for an excuse for a weekend in Miami) spent the last few days doing. Things got under way on Thursday night, with May Andersen opening the Diesel swim show. The following evening, Caroline Winberg flew into town for one night only to fête Ocean Drive magazine (she’s on the cover) at its party on the roof of the Delano Hotel. “I was trying really hard to be sexy,” she told us of the cover shoot, before revealing the rest of her summer plans: a tour of Europe and then a vacay in Costa Rica. Oh, to be a Swedish supermodel. Saturday night was swim’s busiest, with parties for La Perla’s Mare swim line at the recently opened Gansevoort Hotel, a party for Chloé’s swim collection at the Setai Hotel, and some bash that Helena Christensen was hosting (we didn’t make it—so many parties, so little time). Gabrielle Union was the big draw at the La Perla party, though she didn’t drop by just for the cocktails—she had a plan: “I love this stuff. I’m gonna send my man into the store immediately to shop for me,” she told us before heading off to dinner on a friend’s boat.—Derek Blasberg

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“I guess this is one of those situations where great word of mouth cuts both ways,” mused designer Eric Niccoli of Orthodox last night as he watched the crowd jostling to get inside the packed after-party for his men’s fashion week show. Cutting Niccoli’s way: His fête at Lower East Side club 205 was the must-do of the evening. Cutting the other way: The party, co-hosted by Oak, proved so popular that the open bar ran out an hour into the shindig, and downstairs, DFA DJs Jacques Renault and Justin Miller were contending with some moshpit-like conditions. Niccoli couldn’t have been more pleased—not least about the fact that so many of the revelers were women. No, it’s not like that: Orthodox’s hotly anticipated debut collection for girls hits stores next month, and if the scene at 205 last night is anything to go by, ladies eager to get their hands on Niccoli’s shrunken leather blazers and low-slung tapered trousers should heed the advice on the party’s invite: Show up early.—Maya Singer

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No one seemed more at home at the Just Cavalli party last night at Paris’ Crazy Horse than the cabaret mistress herself, Dita Von Teese. Turns out she had come the night before, and if her schedule allowed, she’d come back again. Which she just may have time to do, as she revealed that she’ll be in town at least until Friday night, when she’ll be performing for Vogue Italia fashion contributor Anna Piaggi. “She’s doing a party at the Crillon for her new shoe line,” Von Teese explained. “I respect her style and what she does with modern fashion so much—it would be impossible to say no.” Asked whether or not she would be altering her infamous old Hollywood pinup look in honor of the more colorful fashion editor, the burlesque star demurred. “Only she can do what she does.” And presumably only Dita can do what Dita does. In any case, don’t look for the Teese at too many fashion shows this season—seems that she’s felt a little backlash to her fashion fan-ing. “People started asking why I was going to so many shows. But the truth is that I really love them. I want to be a fashion designer in my next life, or a stylist.” Taking a minute to ponder the prospect, she added, “Actually, I’m my own stylist. So I should go to shows. For research.”—Derek Blasberg

Photo: Olivier Borde

According to many (including Stefano Pilati, Riccardo Tisci, and Karl Lagerfeld), Mariacarla Boscono is the most photogenic face to come out of Italy since Sophia Loren. And now, having been in front of the camera for nearly a decade, she’s starting to branch out into other forms of expression. For the past few years, she’s studied acting (she starred in a production of “The Maids,” with Margherita Missoni, at the Lee Strasberg studio in New York last year), and last night at the Givenchy party, she was testing out her newest passion: photography. Paparazzi photography, she joked as she snapped pics of pals like Lily Donaldson, Liya Kebede, and Jefferson Hack. “I figured people had gotten tired of pictures of me,” she said. “But maybe they wouldn’t mind pictures from me.” We’ll find out soon enough: Her pics from last night will be in an upcoming issue of Italian Vanity Fair.—Derek Blasberg

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Busted! Maggie Gyllenhaal was caught trying to light up a cigarette last night at the Miu Miu party at the legendary Left Bank hot spot Le Castel. “Oh, really? You can’t smoke in here?” responded the actress as a starstruck security guard accepted her excuse and moved on to continue warning others in the midst of indulging in a “clope” regardless of the non-fumeur policy. Truth be told, most fashion week parties were enveloped in a cloud of smoke, ban be damned. As Chloë Sevigny observed at the Purple magazine do, “It’s good to see them rebelling against the ban—we are in France, after all.” In an attempt to accommodate those in need of nicotine hits, Le Baron even hired a London double-decker bus and outfitted it with a lounge especially for the purpose. Not that it made any difference—the bus was empty for most of the night as crowds continued to smoke up a storm inside the club. But you didn’t hear it from us.—Linlee Allen

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I wasn’t sure if it was a Uniqlo casting or an art opening, but the cool-looking kids were out in force at photographer Ryan McGinley’s opening last night at Soho’s Team Gallery (in fact, for much of the night, the crowd spilled out onto the sidewalk—on both sides of the street). Men in really, really skinny pants; women with really, really messy hair; and a slew of familiar faces—Michael Stipe, John Waters, Dan Colen, photographer David Armstrong—all crammed in to get their first look at “I Know Where the Summer Goes,” McGinley’s scruffy, romantic (think sixties and seventies Playboy) images of beautiful young people prancing in fields, on cliffs and beaches, and in convertibles. The artist—who for the record looked handsome in a blue suit jacket—took the photos last summer when he trekked through the United States with a posse of 16 male and female models, three assistants, and a whopping 4,000 rolls of film. He came home with 150,000 photographs, and spent the next few months whittling them down to his favorite 50. “It’s making me want the warmer months to come back now,” McGinley said as he was swarmed by his legions of fans and admirers. “It was just getting warm this week until tonight. It figures that the last night of winter is my opening.”—Derek Blasberg

Photo: Ryan McGinley, courtesy of Team Gallery.