WWD photographer Steve Eichner sees it all and shares his unique perspective from the front lines of the Tribeca Film Festival.
April 23: Vanity Fair party at the New York State Supreme Court
6:46 p.m.: Snap some shots of the press photographers. World Trade Center in the background. Pretty.
7:14 p.m.: Something you rarely see at an event anymore: ashtrays and matches.
7:17 p.m.: Windy and cold. Party relocating inside to the lobby so the catering staff is rushing to move the tables and bottles of liquor inside. “Windswept,” Sandra Bernhard says when I shoot her.
7:27 p.m.: Only the three diehard smokers are left outside: Graydon Carter, Fran Lebowitz and Jonathan Becker. Graydon’s got his collar up against the cold. Jonathan puts a flower in Fran’s Lapel. Cute. Puff, puff.
7:28 p.m.: “Hey Christy, ‘Where’s Ed? Let’s get you two....”
7:30 p.m.: “I was out of town for that last event you invited me to,” I apologize to Marjorie Gubelmann. “How was it?” She replies: “Kinda crazy, kinda dirty actually. I was stuck in my booth but there were lots of shirts off. Not sure what was going on out there.” OK!
7:31 p.m.: America Ferrera ascending the staircase and showing alotta cleavage. She’s wearing a low-cut, little black dress. And the cold added a little extra to the situation, if you know what I mean.
7:42 p.m.: “What’s the coldest temperature you’ve gone surfing in?” SunHee Grinnell inquires. “Probably 20 degrees with snow and sleet. I’ve even been pelted by hail,” I tell her. “That’s so macho” she says. When I spot Mike Myers across the room, I tell her in my best British accent: “Does that make you hoooorny.”
7:57 p.m.: Lake Bell, pregnant, poses holding her stomach. “I guess congratulations are in order,” I say before retracting myself. “I think you’re not supposed to say anything unless you know for sure.” She laughs. “I was helping you by holding my stomach.”
7:59 p.m.: “Hey Anna can I get a shot?” She turns, poses, smiles and even takes a step over to a better background at my request. Seemed flattered that for once I actually asked her to pose.
8:27 p.m.: Returning from quick bathroom break, I see Gov. Andrew Cuomo chatting with Harvey Weinstein. Push my way through the crowd to catch the moment.
8:36 p.m.: Mayor Bill de Blasio and Robert De Niro are beaming posing with their beautiful wives. I can relate.
8:43 p.m.: First rule of party reporting: never pass up caviar.
8:56 p.m.: Selfie with Austin Powers. Had to.