NEW YORK — Marc Jacobs' annual holiday party could have been whisked straight from the set of "Brokeback Mountain." There were fake horses, tepees, lassoers and an abundance of gay cowboys who line-danced the night away to honor the party's "Best Little Hoedown in New York" theme. Jacobs took the livestock route as Wilbur, the prize-winning pig from "Charlotte's Web." "I thought I'd stand here and say, 'Salutations,' as everyone walks in," he quipped. But he had to take a break from greeting revelers when his snout came undone. Luckily, a little filly dressed in a Louis Vuitton denim miniskirt came to his rescue with a safety pin and thread. But she couldn't help Jacobs later when he lost his tail. "It's hard being a pig," the designer sighed. Robert Duffy didn't fare any better at holding on to his costume — a black Zorro-esque affair. "I'm losing my mustache," he lamented before ripping it and his wig off altogether.

Others kept their well-planned costumes intact. Sofia Coppola admitted she wasn't a fan of Westerns, but nevertheless came as one little Indian in a white outfit she borrowed from pal Anna Sui's archives. Sui, meanwhile, was her dark counterpart in a black cowgirl getup. "It's right off my runway," she exclaimed.

Naomi Campbell revealed a fringe Roberto Cavalli minidress underneath her full-length vintage fur. "I'm Pocahontas and it's so much fun," she cried.

Marc Jacobs staffers had taken line-dancing lessons for the night and had no problem competing with the party's professional dancers and lassoers. Revelers writhed in various positions on the bucking bronco or nibbled on corn bread, while the Chrome Hearts band played Old Western tunes to the delight of gyrating cowboys in G-strings and Indian go-go dancers on platforms. But the night's real stars were the costumes. The award for the best dressed went to Joseph Carter and Eric Pettigrew, who played out deceased hillbillies. Others came as tepees, livestock, bandits, walking "Wanted" posters, Tim McGraw and Faith Hill, drag queens, midget Elvises and, bizarrely, there were even two Karl Lagerfeld wannabes.