Everyone else was there -- Anne Bass (with her friend of the heart Julian Lethbridge) in the most beautiful dress at the party, a white silk Valentino with a slit up to her waist -- almost -- and an white organza underskirt with brilliant embroidery. Blaine Trump, the chairman of the evening in crystal pleated mauve and aqua chiffon ê la Gres, designed by Arnold Scaasi. Rosemarie Kanzler, here from Argentina on her way to Detroit and then Paris, in rosy-pink and aqua satin by Scaasi, embroidered with a billion brilliants. Lynda Carter in bronze brocade with a deep neckline -- and she has the neckline for it. Veronica Hearst in a seductive black Valentino. Carolyn Chaney in pleated gray off-the-shoulder chiffon. Like that.
Everywhere you looked you saw Emilia and Pepe Fanjul, Pat Buckley, Barbara and Henryk de Kwiatkowski, Georgette and Bob Mosbacher, Randy Hearst, Nan Kempner, Brooke Hayward and Peter Duchin (his orchestra played for the dancing), Robert Trump, Robert Altman, the Gary Dunnings of ABT, the Joseph Volpes of the Met Opera, Alice Mason, Kitty Carlisle Hart, Liz Tilberis, Lee Thaw, William Chaney, Peter Glenville, Hardy William Smith, the freshly divorced Paul Hallingby with Jo Davis, the lovely Ellen McCloy and on and on and on. I only wish Oliver Smith had been there -- but, who knows, maybe he was.
Maestro Gian Carlo Menotti, ever-young at 82, came to town from Scotland where he lives in a great castle/house, bursting with new ideas for his Spoleto Festival. Gian Carlo has just made his son, Chip, the new president of the Festival, and Gian Carlo's friends and admirers have all promised to support him. Judy and Sam Peabody gave a cocktail party to celebrate both Menottis, and among those filling the Peabodys' beautiful apartment were Countess (Consuelo) Crespi, Jerome Robbins, Nin Ryan, Grace and Bill Cahan, Kenneth Lane, Maria Janis, Larry Lovett, Ashton Hawkins and dozens of their like.