Made in Indochine

While we wouldn’t call Indochine a den of iniquity, the scene at last night’s 25th anniversary celebration was more than a little louche. The theme was 1920s Shanghai, and our first glimpse of what the Orient had to offer set the party’s precedent—ladies (and a few gents) of the evening, in garters and pearl-encrusted pasties, lounging on divans, serving cocktails and pouting seductively. Yet despite the steamy temp indoors, clothed guests like Francisco Costa, Anna Sui, and Hamish Bowles kept any exhibitionist tendencies under wraps.

Not to say people weren’t letting loose. After getting our fill of the Charlie Chan-meets-Folies Bergère vibe downstairs at Undochine, the restaurant’s subterranean dance club, we made our way up to the banana-leafed dining room for a bit of boogying. Squeezing our way past burlesque dancers, drag performers and a Grace Jones doppelgänger, we finally joined Vladimir Restoin-Roitfeld and Italo Zucchelli on the dance floor, where we made a valiant effort to work off all the salmon tartare and seared tuna we stuffed in our faces.

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