Halloween Frolic at Gramercy Hotel
Oct. 27 2008, Published 7:07 a.m. ET
DEATH WARMED OVER Josh Hartnett chats up model Daria Werbowy
Last night's Visionaire magazine Halloween shindig at the Gramercy Park Hotel, hosted by Aussie model Gemma Ward, was the type of party where you could ask a girl wearing an angular box adorned with reflective panels what she was supposed to be, and she'd respond, "Frank Gehry's IAC Building on the West Side Highway, duh!" (Seriously). Which is to say it was heavy on designers, models, Hollywood-sorts, and gays.
Josh Hartnett dressed up as a Blues Brother (which seemed like an excuse to dress up as "Josh Hartnett"), chatted cordially with an ex-girlfriend, Canadian model Daria Werbowy, but in the end left without her. We couldn't quite tell what Werbowy was; she was ashen and had silver hair. We assumed just some sort of lame ghost skeleton. At one point she took out a bottle and shook a white substance all over her face. Cocaine? Sadly, it was only plain old baby powder. Chloë Sevigny flitted about as Joan of Arc. Joaquin Phoenix disguised himself cleverly as "Guy in a Short-Sleeved T-shirt Who is Kind of a Prick." Other standouts: a man as Frida Kahlo, a woman as Frido Kahlo, a dead-on, hyper-bronzed Donatella Versace, a giant pancake, a grown-up Sean Preston, a lobster dinner, a handful of slutty angels, a slutty pirate, a slutty lady bug, and a slutty piece of Wonder bread. It is still unknown how many of the evening's revelers participated in the later shooting at Union Square.
Later, Radar chatted with a guy dressed up as Frankenstein, who said he was in town from Los Angeles. He asked where our costume was; we responded that we had dressed up as douchebag pickup artist Mystery on Saturday, and didn't quite have the effort to dress up again. "Mystery!" he exclaimed. "You should move to L.A. Every guy there who goes out to clubs these days is wearing a stupid hat and approaching girls, being, like, 'Did you see that fight outside?' They all live in their parents' homes and claim to be 'casting directors' and try to bang every 22-year-old chick from Wichita in sight. It's completely insane." We explained that this is why we don't live in L.A.
