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From Rosé to Zoë Kravitz: The Celebrities Who Owned the Saint Laurent x Vanity Fair Pre-Oscar Dinner

Mark Eydelshteyn, the breakout star of Anora, this year’s Best Picture nominee, also arrived promptly. He and his manager strolled across the sprawling outdoor patio, taking in the breathtaking views of the Griffith Observatory and the glittering Los Angeles skyline. “This is my first Oscars and my first awards season—I can’t believe my life right now,” Eydelshteyn told Vogue, moments after capturing the scenery on his phone. “I’m in L.A. for five days, and every morning at 5 a.m., I wake up and wonder, is this a dream? Then I remind myself it’s real, and I go out for a walk in Beverly Hills. I’m very grateful for everything in my life right now.”

As the evening progressed, the patio swelled with A-listers. Jon Hamm and his wife, Anna Osceola, were spotted at the bar deep in conversation with Edgar Ramírez, one of the stars of Emilia Pérez, another Best Picture nominee. Later, the Mad Men actor caught up with Vanity Fair’s editor-in-chief, Radhika Jones. Across the bar, Saint Laurent ambassador Zoë Kravitz, clad in a stunning orange gown with a flowing train and a ruffled lace neckline, lounged on a plush sofa while chatting with actress Sasha Calle. Meanwhile, Adrien Brody—widely considered a top contender for his second Oscar, thanks to his role as a Holocaust survivor in The Brutalist—stood huddled in conversation near a heat lamp with his girlfriend, Marchesa designer Georgina Chapman, and Vaccarello. After their discussion wrapped, Vaccarello exchanged a warm double kiss on the cheek with Olivia Wilde. Moments later, Ruth Negga, a 2017 Best Actress nominee for Loving, joined them for a lively exchange.

Later in the evening, Negga—striking in a Saint Laurent lamé dévoré velvet cropped top and matching ruffled skirt—reflected on her earliest cinematic fashion inspiration. “It was Michelle Pfeiffer in Grease 2,” she said. “She does this song called Cool Rider, and she’s in a biker jacket with pink lining, all-black everything, heels, sunglasses—she looked like the ultimate ’50s beat poet on a motorcycle. I just loved it. I think of that outfit so often, and her performance on the stepladder? I know all the words. Should I do it now? I just need a stepladder!”