The Vogue100 Hosted a Fashion Week Cocktail Party at a Design Dream House—And No One Wanted to Leave

As any seasoned Fashion Weeker will tell you, you want to be cocktailing at the parties just as much as you want to be sitting front row at the shows. With this year’s condensed show schedule comes an even more jam-packed itinerary of potential soirées to attend. So far this week, we’ve had a cocktail dînatoire chez Lauren Santo Domingo, a Thom Browne flash mob on Fifth Avenue, a sake-drenched dinner at the home of the residence of the consul general of Japan; and many, many more.

But no event has had quite the Vogue turnout as yesterday evening’s Vogue100 cocktail party. Editors galore toured the five stories of Casa Perfect—the design dream house showroom of the Future Perfect—located on the plum West Village street St. Luke’s Place. In attendance were Vogue’s Hamish Bowles, who squeezed the event into his schedule like someone trying to zip up a Tomo Koizumi into a garment bag; Tonne Goodman, fresh off a plane from Toronto; Virginia Smith; Sally Singer; Nicole Phelps; Rickie De Sole; and more. Beyond our own masthead, such designers as Joseph Altuzarra, Rebecca de Ravenel, Aurora James of Brother Vellies, and Siying Qu and Haoran Li of Private Policy turned up.

At around 4 p.m., everyone arrived at the chic space, plucking flutes of Ruinart off trays as they were encouraged to go exploring. On view throughout the fully shoppable space were items like Chris Wolston’s human appendage–laden wicker chairs, Seungjin Yang’s balloon animal–esque objets, and a special fashion capsule collection with the Sil. More guests including Jameela Jamil, Selby Drummond, Mark Guiducci, Coral Chung, Ezra Williams, and Didit Hediprasetyo took in the atmospheric rooms before congregating on the ground floor of the townhouse in the garden area, where there was just the right amount of afternoon sun.

In the DJ booth was Akili King, wafting songs into the multistory complex and giving everyone a soundtrack for their conversations. Over caviar and tater tot bites by Yann Nury, partygoers chatted about the week’s highlights (the Khaite and Rag Bone shows were a popular choice), where everyone was bopping off to next, and how they were going to get there. But it seemed like no one was in any particular rush. “Hi, I live here now,” joked Drummond. Her sentiments were echoed in unison by everyone in the room. “What is the asking price?” one guest inquired seriously to a Future Perfect staff member.

Alas, the invitation read 4 to 6 p.m. and, ultimately, everyone made their way to their next destination, but not before picking up some chocolates on their way out—something sweet to make leaving the party just a little easier.