In between checking his Blackberry for incoming e-mails, the man, the myth and the legend greeted guests wearing sunglasses, a Guido tuxedo, a pin that read “Black Folk Must Vote,” and a hulking diamond cross set on an equally impressive diamond chain. “I don’t discuss my carats or the price tag,” Puffy huffed.
Otherwise, the host was in great spirits, pumping his fist in the air and shouting, “This store is serious! I’m taking it to Harlem!” He even embraced Star editor
Bonnie Fuller, who arrived with her daughters, and posed for pictures with everyone from Zac Posen to Fern Mallis.
Speaking of bling, you could hold a figure-skating competition on Nicky Hilton’s engagement ring. How many carats was she wearing? “Enough,” was all she would say. Hilton swanned in with Bijou Phillips and an “Entertainment Tonight” crew. She’s their fashion week correspondent, though the job is taking its toll. “There’s a lot of waiting around,” she sighed.
Also along for the evening was her sister, newly minted author Paris, who, chatting nonstop on her rhinestone-encrusted cell phone, was already an hour late to her own book party at Lot 61 for “Confessions of a Teenage Heiress.” Was she aware of the rival book party for Amy Fine Collins’ tome, “The God of Driving”?
“I don’t even know who that is,” sniffed Paris.
Naomi Campbell, fresh from Tommy Hilfiger’s runway, made a dramatic entrance in a thigh-skimming dress. “It’s Zac — aka Puffy now, right?” she said, as she ogled a white mohair pillow. “I want this,” she barked to no one in particular, as she grabbed for it. “I want to shop, girl.”