Beautiful people looking at beautiful photographs in a beautiful gallery.
Deborah Turbeville was there (sequestered in a private room, doing press interviews).
Anh Duong (gorgeously imperious) was there.
She looks as glorious as she does in the shot on the wall from Vogue 1984 (draped in emanuel ungaro) – still vivid.
everyone else was in crisp 80s monochrome (Lots of bobs and white shirts and the odd matador pant).
It was the sort of private view where many glisten and shimmer under a generous spray of Elnet after a not-too-scorching deep bath, slinky with Chanel oils, before dressing in a creme silk slip and elegantly wiggling a stockinged toe into court shoes before exiting the town house into a town car.
Halston would have adored it.