Parties

Inside an Evening at the National Portrait Gallery with Erdem and Vogue100

Attendees, like Vogue’s Laura Ingham and philanthropist Jordan Rhodes, wandered through the quiet galleries, typically packed with tourists, families, and students. The pictures ranged from the Renaissance to the Enlightenment. The darkly painted Tudor wing, where many gathered to sip champagne, features the most famous portraits of Elizabeth I and other famed women of her era, including her doomed mother, Anne Boleyn, and rival queen, Mary Queen of Scots. The classicism that runs through Erdem’s designs, which almost every guest wore, evoked the pictures that hung about them. Patterns, embroidery, puff sleeves, and layers abound. In Erdem, as in royal portraiture, poetry and power live side by side.

As for the evening’s cocktail of choice, Royal Salute crafted a flight of floral-inspired choices. From rose water to honey-lavender notes, the luxury whiskey chilled with a branded block ice cube tasted delightfully refreshing and exquisite.

During the reception in the Tudor and Civil War galleries, the decorated dining room was kept a surprise. At last, permitted to see the dramatic setup, attendees were wowed. Explosions of native wildflowers lined two long tables in the “Portrait! Portrait!! Portrait!!!: Exhibition Culture” gallery turned private party. Dozens of portraits–72 to be exact–hung along the towering, scarlet walls. Directly between the two tables hung Sir Joshua Reynolds’ Portrait of Mai (1776).

The Event Concept and By Word of Mouth teams supervised the evening s spectacular production, which transformed the museum into a one-of-a-kind party. As a delicious feast progressed, the room buzzed with gossip, banter, and laughter. At one table, Moralıoğlu held court with Billie Piper, the multi-hyphenate entertainer, to his left. Across the room, Elwick-Bates sat across from Tabitha Simmons, who styled the Erdem runway show and next to Jordan Rhodes. Interior designer Max Hurd snapped photographs of Vogue’s Julia Hobbs, looking like a femme fatale with her scarlet bob and an edgy pair of black Erdem gloves.

While the evening felt everlasting, our precious time in the museum started to fade as the delicious dessert course was served. The farewells felt infinitely more bittersweet, knowing that LFW was over and some guests would be heading home or onto the next fashion city. However, the evening’s fond memories will last forever, or at least until the next fabulously Erdem soirée.