Arden Wohl summoned a group of friends to Hecho en Dumbo on the Bowery last night to see her new Fall collection for Cri de Coeur vegan footwear. Her pal Derek Blasberg hosted, Eleanor Friedberger and Ariel Pink performed, and each pair of shoes was displayed under a bell jar terrarium. "I want the presentation to feel like Dante Gabriel Rossetti hanging out in Tennyson's living room," Wohl told Style.com.

Socialite projects can sometimes seem insincere, but this is definitely a cause Wohl cares about deeply. "Chic vegan shoes—except for Stella McCartney's—really just don't exist," Wohl said. "Shoes have been made from leather from the beginning of time, so it feels really huge to be changing that in a way that's high fashion." Jessica Stam, Tennessee Thomas, James Kaliardos, and Dustin Yellin all raised a margarita in support of ethical footwear.

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Motor City pride was in the air on Friday night at Shinola's Tribeca flagship, where the brand was celebrating its new Bruce Weber-lensed, Carolyn Murphy-fronted campaign, "The Spirit of Detroit." Shinola sold 50,000 American-made watches last year, and even had to add a night shift of watchmakers in order to keep up with demand. Said one editor at the party: "Well, I've never been to Detroit, but it sounds like there's more going on over there than we think!"

Weber says he has a soft spot for the Michigan city—"great hot dogs and really great jazz clubs!" he told us—having first visited it for a Kate Moss shoot in 2006. And despite having worked with Murphy for some twenty years, shooting her in Detroit felt fresh. Said Weber: "In the spring and summer, the people barbecue all along the streets, and they will just stand up and sing. I like going to places where the people are so open." Murphy added, "Meeting the people in Detroit and visiting the Shinola factory, there's more of a visceral feeling to the campaign than just the image. It's really a snapshot of an American revival."

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Shia LaBeouf wasn't on hand in another bid to make the paper bag acceptable red-carpet attire, but last night's New York premiere of Nymphomaniac: Vol. 1 at MoMA had plenty else going for it. To wit, nearly all of the film's other stars: Charlotte Gainsbourg, Uma Thurman, Stellan Skarsgård, Christian Slater, and Stacy Martin. Supporters like Emmy Rossum, Michael Shannon, and Kathleen Hanna turned out, too. Lars von Trier's latest flick offers an explicit look at one woman's sexual escapades from birth to age 50 (Vol. 1 takes us to her mid-20s). So unsurprisingly, the cast's primary task ended up being in-depth clarifications to eager members of the press about the mechanics of on-screen intercourse. Martin, 23 and plucked from obscurity for the title role, explained with a patience and poise that would give Grace Kelly a run for her money about porn doubles and prosthetic genitalia. Skarsgård offered up a few pragmatic words for the film's critics ("It treats sexuality like normal human behavior, which it is. Most of us have been there, done that") and pithily dismissed any comparisons to standard skin flicks: "You can't wank to this."

By the time guests trickled over to an after-bash at Butter's Midtown outpost, many of them were still in hot debate about whether or not certain acts were simulated. (A disclaimer in the film's credits vows that they were.) Others bemoaned a distinct lack of Willem Dafoe, who lent his best climax face to Nympho's posters but doesn't appear in the first installment. Once again, the film's stars offered a bit of clarity about what makes the subject matter work. "Lars doesn't do many rehearsals. If he does rehearsals, he captures those rare moments of illumination," Martin said. Slater concurred: "The most difficult thing is finding directors you feel comfortable and safe enough with to work with, that you want to take those chances for. Lars is that guy."

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Emmy Rossum got the nape of her neck tattooed last night at Art Production Fund's White Glove Gone Wild benefit. "I have to do Kelly & Michael tomorrow morning," she told Style.com, "so I figure I'll wear my hair down, because if my mom sees me on television with a tattoo, she might disown me." Not to worry, Ma, the tattoo was only temporary. With artist Wangechi Mutu designing the tats, plenty of people in the crowd, which included Marina Abramovic, Dita Von Teese, Dianna Agron, and Karlie Kloss, were eager to get inked. "Can they make me a bracelet with a 'CH' on it?" asked Carolina Herrera, one of the gala's honorees. Max Snow, however, wasn't allowed near the station. "He has too much ink already. I put a cap on it," said his wife, Vanessa Traina Snow.

In addition to honoring Herrera and Linda Yablonsky, APF enlisted top-tier talent to collaborate on the party. Marilyn Minter was on hand to do portraits of guests (for $1,000 a pop); Vanessa Beecroft did her first New York performance since 2009; and Aurel Schmidt designed the table centerpieces. On top of that, Jeff Koons, Enoc Perez, and Ugo Rondinone all donated pieces for the live auction, which raised more than $100,000. The evening started to wind down around 11. "My table started to talk about orgies," one male guest reported. "I decided it was a good time for me to go."

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"Hey, man, let's make a vampire movie." Those were words spoken nearly a decade ago by Jim Jarmusch to Tilda Swinton, and they came full circle last night as the Cinema Society and W hosted a screening of the resulting flick, Only Lovers Left Alive, at Sunshine Cinemas. Swinton and costar Tom Hiddleston play inarguably the coolest cinematic bloodsuckers since Deneuve and Bowie's fanged turns in The Hunger. If teenybopper vamp fare of recent years has perhaps decimated public taste for the genre, it turns out that Jarmusch is just the man to rejuvenate it. Steve Buscemi, David Byrne, Patti Smith, Maria Cornejo, and Joel Coen all turned out to raise a glass at Broome Street's newest addition, Chalk Point Kitchen, where the cozy basement bar reverberated with camera flashes until late into the evening. Peter Sarsgaard, belly up at the bar, professed his love for the film, as Smith and Jarmusch waxed poetic about Detroit, where much of the movie is set. More than a few revelers murmured over the din about Hiddleston's oft-shirtless performance as the depressive undead musician. Swinton, for her part, said her preferred vamp is Christopher Lee (aka Saruman from The Lord of the Rings), and offered some advice on keeping a centuries-long romance alive: "Try not to mess with people and edit them, or edit yourself." Vampires: They're just like us.

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Thomas Wolfe famously wrote that "you can't go back home to your family, back home to your childhood." But tell that to Dylan Penn and Lily Kwong, both of whom returned to their beloved San Francisco on Saturday night to attend the annual Mid-Winter Gala at the Legion of Honor Fine Arts Museums. "It's my first time at this event, even though I'm a San Francisco native," Kwong told Style.com. "Plus I get to see my parents, so this is the perfect weekend in my mind." Also making her way back to SF was Camilla Belle, clad in the night's sponsor, Salvatore Ferragamo, which just opened its newly renovated store on Post Street. "I haven't been here in ten years," Belle shared. "The last time I was here I was looking at colleges. This time I did a lot of the touristy things, like walking though Chinatown and riding the cable cars. I'll definitely be back." Other guests seen mingling inside the marbled courtyard of the museum included Dita Von Teese, co-chair Vanessa Getty, and tech titans Marissa Mayer and Jony Ive. "Tonight was quintessentially San Francisco," Getty said. "Amazing art surrounded by the breathtaking architecture of the Legion and incredible views of the Bay."

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After a month of shows, it takes something pretty exceptional to lure the exhausted fashion pack out at night. Fortunately, the dinner that André Saraiva hosted at Caviar Kaspia had a few things going for it: the restaurant's famous baked potato with caviar, Saraiva's notoriously hard-to-resist charm, and—above all—the chance to meet a genuine legend. That would be Jean-Paul Goude, the groundbreaking photographer who collaborated with Saraiva on the latest issue of the latter's magazine, L'Officiel Hommes. Throw in a crowd that included Olympia Le-Tan, Victoire de Castellane, and Lindsey Wixson, her hair still in cornrows from a shoot earlier in the day, and guests ending up staying until late—even though they all had to be up bright and early the next morning for Nicolas Ghesquière's debut at Louis Vuitton.

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It was hard to say what the biggest attraction was at the Paris dinner Farfetch's José Neves hosted to welcome Deena Aljuhani Abdulaziz and her D'NA boutiques to his digital shopping platform. There was the location—a grand private residence on the historic Place des Vosges, complete with artwork by Gilbert & George and a mirrored ceiling that made the already double-height room stretch to the heavens. There was the fashion insider crowd that included contingents of designers from the U.K. (Peter Pilotto and Christopher De Vos, Roksanda Ilincic, Mary Katrantzou) and the U.S. (Prabal Gurung, Creatures of the Wind's Shane Gabier and Christopher Peters). And most of all, perhaps, there was the guest of honor herself, a whirlwind of energy in an intricately embroidered dress and matching cape straight off Katrantzou's Fall runway. "Look," said Abdulaziz, pointing to the exercise-monitoring Up band that nestled on her wrist among half a dozen more expensive trinkets. "I've done 8,000 steps today." And that was before the dancing part of the evening began.

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"We chose the Rex Club to celebrate the collection because it's fun and industrial and it sort of extends the theme we've been working on. Also because my Paris friends told me no one's really come here in, like, fifteen years," said Humberto Leon of his and Carol Lim's choice of the underground boîte as Kenzo's after-party spot. If Leon's sources were right, then last night would have marked a first for just about everyone in the place, save perhaps a few local insiders like André Saraiva, Olympia Le-Tan, and a stylist or two. The deeply hip, young crowd included Jessica Alba, Henry Holland, Julia Restoin Roitfeld, Dion Lee, Mademoiselle Yulia, and Monique Péan.

Jungle headlined a musical lineup that also featured chart-topping U.K. import Katy B. "I was supposed to be on vacation now, but I couldn't say no to Kenzo," she told a packed house before launching into her set. Leigh Lezark and Geordon Nicol of The Misshapes, Opening Ceremony friends from back in the early days, were also on hand to celebrate. "They have just totally reinvented Kenzo in the best way possible. More than any other New Yorkers, Humberto and Carol just know how to tap into youth. They are their own creative hub," said Nicol. Added Lezark, "They just love to be at work, plus they're really having fun. There's no fancy thing, they just want people to let their hair down—and that's what this week needs!"

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Let's just get it out of the way: Jennifer Lawrence, America's sassy gal pal and best-supporting-actress nominee, fell at the Oscars. Again. This time, it was a cone on the red carpet that tripped her up. "If you win tonight, I think we should bring you the Oscar. Can we do that?" teased the awards' Saint Laurent-clad host, Ellen DeGeneres, in her opening monologue (side note: She's apparently on a first-name basis with Hedi Slimane). Per usual, Lawrence laughed it off with panache—something we'd imagine is easy to do when you're dressed in a red-hot Dior gown.

But Lawrence's tumble wasn't the only repeat showing. Pharrell Williams continued his spectacular sartorial antics, donning a Lanvin tux with tailored shorts on the red carpet, and a black version of his infamous Vivienne Westwood hat during a performance of his song for Despicable Me 2, "Happy."

Yet again, 12 Years a Slave's Lupita Nyong'o wowed in a diamond headband and custom Prada gown. She seemed a modern-day Cinderella while giving her tearful best-supporting-actress acceptance speech. The deep-V frock's sparkling, pleated skirt was inspired by champagne, while its serene blue hue was a nod to her native Nairobi, Kenya. "I feel very at home in this gown," she said. It was a big evening for the entire 12 Years a Slave camp: The film took the Best Picture prize—but from the moment she stepped onto the red carpet, it was plain to see that tonight was Nyong'o's night.

Speaking of Nyong'o, Jared Leto, who won best supporting actor for his performance in Dallas Buyers Club, endeavored to quash those rumors that he and the starlet are an item. How? By announcing that he was having a fling with 84-year-old Nebraska actress June Squibb. "We are indeed dating," he quipped. Leto, whose actual date was his mother, Constance, channeled old Hollywood in a slick white Saint Laurent tux. His costar and best-actor winner, Matthew McConaughey, also went white in Dolce & Gabbana.

Save Liza Minnelli, who turned up in a cobalt silk pajama ensemble and matching azure-streaked hair, Hollywood's leading ladies didn't take a lot of (or any, really) risks this year. However, that's not to say they didn't look lovely. Countless shades of blue (Amy Adams was in navy Gucci), mermaid gowns (like the radiant Kate Hudson's Atelier Versace number), peplums (Julia Roberts' black lace Givenchy gown had one), and sleek silhouettes were trending, as were embellished white or metallic frocks. Best-actress winner Cate Blanchett shimmered in one by Armani Privé. Her Blue Jasmine costar Sally Hawkins chose Valentino's take on the style, and Naomi Watts worked an iteration from Calvin Klein.

Sometimes, though, as Charlize Theron proved, black is best. She was simply stunning in Dior. Also in black? Anne Hathaway. The actress wore a Gucci number with a strategic smattering of jewels across the chest. Clearly, after last year's revealing pink Prada, she wasn't chancing any déjà vu.

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Despite a still-soggy forecast, it was a bright night at the annual Charles Finch and Chanel pre-Oscars dinner at Madeo. Rosie Huntington-Whiteley arrived early with stylist Cher Coulter, while Sienna Miller, Anne Hathaway, André Balazs, Crystal Renn, and Naomie Harris mixed with the crowd of starlets, socials, and dealmakers. Alice Eve joked on her way in that she was just there for the Italian dinner, while Caroline Sieber gave up Paris fashion week to attend the weekend's festivities. "It's an exciting change of pace," Sieber said of her last-minute trip to Tinseltown.

As Poppy Delevingne talked animatedly with Rachel Zoe at the bar, a crowd including Julie Delpy, Oliver Stone, and Helena Christensen packed into the space. Greta Gerwig, though lamenting the weekend's many costume changes, was excited to be wearing Chanel for the very first time. "Chanel always seems like the most iconic to me," she said, before showing pictures of her Narcisco Rodriguez Oscars dress to Emilia Clarke. Clarke had her own take on the awards show circuit. "I'm getting used to it," she said. "But I take that back. No, you're never going to get used to it."

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Porter magazine's third—and biggest—launch party of the season, in Paris this time, took place at the Hôtel Salomon de Rothschild, the neo-Louis XVI hôtel particulier that was once the home of Adèle de Rothschild. And to underscore its hominess, Natalie Massenet and the Porter team brought in an interior decor complete with two Irish wolfhounds lazing in the foyer and posh wheels parked in the courtyard. As anyone tracking Instagram feeds will have seen by now, several bold-faced personalities were having a blast splaying themselves across the hoods of those cars, even before they lifted their first glass of champagne.

And the bubbly flowed amply as Massenet and Porter editor-in-chief Lucy Yeomans welcomed a host of friends and family—a fashion elite composed of designers, photographers, models, artists, actresses, and "everyone who inspires us," as Massenet put it.

One talking point among those present, including Isabel Marant, Peter Dundas, Anthony Vaccarello, Edie Campbell, Izabel Goulart, Phillip Lim, Richard Chai, Olivier Theyskens, Charlotte Dellal, and Kristin Scott Thomas, was the new book, of course, but also how Massenet has already changed their lives with Net-a-Porter. "I have three kids. If I shop anywhere, it's online," said Dellal. Goulart concurred: "I just don't have time for anything else." Commented Yeomans: "Porter will always be two steps ahead, but it's like a best friend. You don't tell your best friend, 'You have to be a goth virgin.' You tell her what she needs to know." Added Massenet, "And the day she wants to download her shopping in a microwave oven, we'll be there. Thirty seconds—ding!"

"Lots of magazines out there talk to women who are using their husband's credit cards," observed Caroline de Maigret, who was featured in the first issue. "To me, Porter is talking to the ones who wield their own." Speaking of owning, Hurricane RiRi touched down sometime after 1 a.m.—and judging by early morning's un-Instagrammed faces, this party was one for the record books.

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Talk about meet cute. It just so happens that two icons—one by way of Tokyo, the other L.A.—are celebrating big birthdays this year: Hello Kitty is 40; Playboy is 60. An unconventional pairing, to be sure, but with a little of Colette's magic in the mix, the couple has become an instant hit. Last night, matchmaker Sarah Andelman welcomed Yuko Yamaguchi (one of the cartoon's original designers, accompanied by Miss Kitty in person), Playboy brass, and a host of fashion folks to the Crazy Horse to fete the new couple with a dual birthday bash, complete with PG-rated dance numbers. "People thought I was crazy," said Andelman, "but now everyone agrees they look amazing together." The fused logos—Hello Kitty with bunny ears, and the famous rabbit sporting Hello Kitty's hair ribbon—are now appearing on more than a dozen or so limited-edition products, available only at Colette. Among them are a Charvet bow tie, boxers, and a Leica camera, as well as a Caron powder puff and lollipops; there will even be a cameo in the pages of Hef's famed title.

Through her translator, Yamaguchi said she found the show and bash "exciting and lively" and dubbed Hello Kitty's new iteration "really sexy cool." Designer Julien David, who splits his time between Paris and Tokyo, said, "Hello Kitty is a mega-star in Tokyo; she's everywhere—I think they make a good match because they're ageless." Carven designer Guillaume Henry had a slightly different take: "I believe that opposites attract. They're both icons, but they have nothing in common. I'm always more intrigued by a couple's differences than similarities, so I love the whole idea of sexy kawaii."

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