2009 February 27

The Life of the Party

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(MILAN) Around 10 p.m., the crowds began to gather in the underground venue where Angela Missoni presented her collection hours earlier. Why the return? The designer was in dire need of a birthday party. "She's like 40, no?" asked a foreign editor with an indecipherable accent. Technically, Missoni is 50, but only technically. Gone were the bleachers, notepads and Missoni water--instead, a smorgasboard of cured meats, sinful formaggios and various sorts of cake abounded on a center table that was better suited for Louis XIV than the understated designer. A slideshow of personal photos played on a background screen, offering rare glimpses of la vie privée Missoni (Angela with a young Margherita, Angela smiling blissfully on a bateau of some sort...).

And did we mention that the party was a surprise? Despite being the talk of Milan--The Daily overheard at least two dinner parties discussing the bash an hour earlier at the Bulgari Hotel--the birthday girl played the fool. "Yes, really, I was surprised!" she laughed around midnight, as Suzy Menkes headed home and Stefano Tonchi glided inside. "I mean, I had heard a few people talk of a party, but I didn't think it was for me!" Milan's chicest--like Margherita Missoni, Allegra Versace, the trio of hunks flanking Allegra Versace--eschewed the carbs, but several did allow for a glass of wine. (That's you, Mario Testino.) Missoni, meanwhile, was too busy enjoying herself to reflect too heavily on entering her sixth decade. "My advice?" she said. "Just enjoy it."

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