Victoria Beckham Steals The Show At The Armani Opening0 comments

If Fashion Week ended tomorrow I would be satisfied. Yeah, I said it. Last night’s opening gala at the Armani store on 5th avenue left nothing to be desired. It was the equivalent to last year’s UNICEF event at the UN. The store, the celebrities, the drinks, the food and the drama was out of control. I don’t know how anything could ever top last night.

First off, the place was on lock down; we’re talking Fort Knox here. If you thought Marc Jacobs was tight, this was tighter. ID-PR handled the event with computerized check-ins, security up the wazoo, and a long and crowded, yet surprisingly swift line to get in.

The store has 4 floors of amazingness. Everything Armani under one roof. From undies in the basement to menswear and what seemed to be a 5-star bar and restaurant on top, the place was out of this world. Not to mention, the Guggenheim-esque staircase that connected them all. The only issue was the slippery walkway bridge that connected either side of the second floor caused many a fashionista – including myself (I’m not including myself as a fashionista, just someone who fell) – to almost take an embarrassing tumble.

As we mingled, hopping from one hot model waiter to another downing the champers, Mr. Armani himself made his entrance. Queue the drama – when what seemed to be a nice gentleman-like Italian conversation over by the bar turned into possibly the most disheartening scuffle ever. All we know is it was a verbal fight between Mr. Armani and some other old Italian dude. There was some yelling in Italian (apparently involving the Italian equivalent of a “yo mama joke” and someone grabbing someone’s testicle) and I almost shed a tear after. Nobody F’s with Mr. Armani at his store opening – way to put a damper on the bride’s wedding day, you stupid, old, Italian man.

Then – it happened! I’ve been on the lookout for Poshy McPoshPosh since she touched down in NY on Friday and I finally found her. There she was in all her glory, glittering in an awesome metallic dress. It was serendipitous, and to think, I almost missed it because most of my attention was being directed towards Josh Hartnett (who looked quite nice as well, I must add). I’ll admit it, I creeped a little, but it’s Vicki! – You totally would have too!

Also seen in the corner bro-ing out behind some Armani Clurrb-wear were Chace Crawford and John Mayer. I’m pretty sure I overheard Johnny standing up for his homosexualist friends across the land and talking about someone’s ignorance at one point, too. Great guys – totally chill, just enjoying the party.

At the end of the party, all the A-listers were seated in the restaurant for dinner. But the night needed one last bang so as we were heading out, Leonard DiCaprio and walked by (not together). But no billion dollar party is complete without a gift bag. Obviously unaffected by the recession, Mr. Armani gave everyone a full bottle of each of his three new fragrances: Ricky MartinOnde Vertige, Onde Mystere, and Onde Ecstase. I now have gifts under control for the next three birthday parties I attend.

Let’s sum it up:
Giftbag: $300
Alcohol consumed: $500
Hors’d'oveurs: $200
Fuzzy PETA rabbits outside receiving no attention: PRICELESS!