“We didn’t mean to, but I guess great minds think alike,” said McCartney, whose noticeable pregnancy merited the same kind of press attention as the presence of superstar honoree Giorgio Armani (whose dates were Michelle Pfeiffer, Martin Scorsese and Usher).
There were some other deceptively strange bedfellows in the crowd — Julie Andrews turned out to honor Target (which sponsored a production of “The Boyfriend” she directed in Sag Harbor) and Gretchen Mol presented to architect Billie Tsien (who is Mol’s mother-in-law). But the most outrageous pairing belonged to Marc Jacobs, who invited Lil’ Kim as his escort, disguising her in a conservative red dress complete with ruffles. She looked downright respectable. That is, until she opened her mouth and let out a squeal as she presented to “my friend, Marc.”
“When he’s in heaven, he’ll be sewing my clothes,” she said.
As absurd as Lil’ Kim can be, you have to give her props for embracing the fashion world with such enthusiasm.
“I think I was born in Bloomingdale’s or something,” she said after the awards. “Seriously, my mom has worked in every department store there is.”
Jacobs, who, according to the rapper, does a “mean Lil’ Kim impersonation,” returned the compliment: “What I admire most about creative people is having something to say and being fearless about saying it.” Ingrid Sischy also does a good impersonation, but that of a chicken, specifically one belonging to Helmut Lang, whom she introduced by reading a note from his pets (Lang owns 13 chickens and one rooster). “Cheep, cheep, cheep. Cock-a-doodle-doo,” Sischy sang, which was apparently payback for the time Lang stood up the CFDA and left Sischy to accept an award on his behalf.