By Bella Blissett
Weve seen metallic eyes, oblong eyes, barely-there eyes and glossy ones. But trust us when we say that you havent lived until youve seen dozens of dicky-bowed (hot) men roam the halls of a dark, cavernous party rocking a smoky eye.
It was the Hotel Salomon. It was the MAC for Carine Roitfeld
party. The dress code was black tie and smoky eye. And even by fashions standards, it was on stilts.
Sure, the evening started off polite enough. With our shadow-eyed waiters circulating with vodka, ginger and cucumber juice cocktails, size zero courgette canapés and teeny-tiny macaroons, a projected video of Ms Roitfeld played out on a continuous loop on the ceiling above the grand staircase.
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Fast forward three hours and the black-clad, long limbs of Karlie Kloss
ran through the crowds, Valentino
posed for pictures and Poppy Delevingne
threw her hands up in the air and partied like she doesnt didnt care to the sounds of to Whitney Houstons How Will I Know.
meanwhile was too busy trying to vie for her place in an annexe room where a madder-than-ever Paloma Faith
sung about heartache then seemed to miss her own irony as she urged the assembled, fashion-obsessed crowds to undress, because clothes dont matter.