"I thought the show was genius," enthused Lil' Kim. "So classy. Hi, Baby!" "Baby" was Jacobs himself, who made his way to his table just after 11.
"I feel great," he said, a statement that was more than a little amusing, given that he'd just shown what he admitted was one of the most somber collections of his career. "It was a sad show," he said, "but I'm not depressed about it. I just had this bizarre, sexual, almost fetishistic obsession with classicism and boredom. I was watching Bertolucci films."
Jacobs wasn't the only designer partying Monday night, though. More of the fashion-minded sardined themselves into the Rose Bar for the Marchesa after party. "Do you want to meet my mom?" Harvey Weinstein asked Rachel Zoe as she walked in. "I've met her before. I love your mom," Zoe enthused.
Designers Keren Craig and Georgina Chapman were also dutifully watching after their mothers, both in town from London. Of course, watching over one's parents can be trying. "Why do you think we live here and they live in London?" Chapman laughed.
Meanwhile, Jacquetta Wheeler hung out by the DJ booth and Sam Shepard (presumably a guest at the hotel, not a fashion fiend) was in strokingly deep conversation with a PYT at the bar. Jefferson Hack, Sophie Dahl, Devendra Banhart and Helena Christensen were huddled at a center table and surrounded by Champagne. Jack Huston was just passing time before he headed back to Los Angeles today for upcoming film projects, including a biopic of Ernest Hemingway. "Lots of reading, lots of absinthe and lots of girls," Huston joked of the part.