Then stuff got cray. The blinged-out guests were directed to a little known street in Tribeca for the dancing portion of the evening. While we were fighting off the thoughts of our down comforter, we couldn't pass up the chance to see just what, exactly, a Cartier after-party looks like. One Redbull later, we were sufficiently energized to step into what we soon realized was the event space, Skylight Soho. (where Ralph Lauren shows). Except it wasn't. The French jewelry house had transformed it into a full-on nightclub that made even the most jaded revelers gasp like they just be given a 5-carat cushion-cut ring. Disco balls, red velvet banquettes, a golden dance floor—it was pure '70s glam. Add the gorgeous waitresses taking your order from a custom-made menu (think luxe grilled cheeses and icy Manhattans) and giant tubs of, yep, Cartier champagne, and we felt like we had just fell down a Neely O'Hara rabbit hole.
All the usual suspects were dancing to the Misshapes, but we didn't feel that same-people-different-place vibe at all — we were on a group field trip three decades in the past, after all. Michelle Harper lit up the dance floor, as per usual (we swear, she must have been a contortionist in a former life), shimmying with models like Arizona Muse, Karlie Kloss, and Chanel Iman, actress Lily Collins, and DJ Chelsea Leyland. The limb-flinging sped into fast forward with a performance by Jay-Z's protege, Rita Ora (and, yes, Jay and B were there), powered, no doubt, by the undoubtedly magical powers of Cartier bubbles. We won't tell you when we left, but today's spins were worth it; this disco was purely a pop-up. Meaning there's no need for you to figure out how to befriend the doorman.