Last night, the London fash-pack decamped from Somerset House to Sloane Street for the swankiest of all swanky parties at the new Roberto Cavalli store (a full party report of which is coming later). Obviously, Grazia Daily was desperate to chat to the iconic designer himself, and so, armed with our questions, we pushed past the likes of Eva Herzigova and Ronnie Wood to grab some time with Mr. C when he arrived at his bash.
‘London’ said Cavalli in his unmistakable Italian baritone, ‘it has an energy – all the restaurants here, they are full – all the clubs, they are full. Not many other cities in the world are like that. And that is the reason I lived here!’ (Cavalli lived in London until fairly recently).
‘The London Cavalli woman’ says Mr. C, ‘she has money – they are the richest in the world. The women in other cities, they have the money, but they don’t like to show it.’
Judging by the outfits at the party last night (an event for which Grazia Daily was woefully underdressed) Mr. Cavalli is spot on in his assessment of the women of London.
We were about to ask Mr. Cavalli about his reported friendship with David Copperfield and which animal print is his favourite, when a suave, dark haired gentleman came over and grabbed Mr. C. ‘This is one of my oldest friends’ Roberto exclaimed. ‘Do you know who this is?’
We thought we recognized Mr. Suave – he had an air of being the CEO of a European fashion house, or some such – but we couldn’t quite place him. Until he leaned in and said, in a soft American voice, ‘my name is Uri Geller. I introduced Roberto to his wife!'
Brilliant. And with that, we lost Mr. Cavalli to the crowd, leaving us with only a few snaps to remember our encounter by.
- Alex Butt