The art of parties and beyond

The Reindeer, Pablo Flack, David Waddington

THURSDAY, NOVEMBER 30, 2006
Though Rudolph was nowhere in sight, red-nosed leaders of London's fashion scene braved chilly weather en route to the launch of The Reindeer, a pop-up restaurant lasting only until Christmas. Inside, the masters of ceremonies—Pablo Flack and David Waddington (also owners of the cult eatery Bistrotheque) and Katie Grand (POP's editrix)—were in good spirits, thanks to teams of waiters who kept champagne glasses full as they weaved among forty real fir trees in the East End space also known as The Old Truman Brewery. Reined in for the food, fashion and frolic were artists Tim Noble and Sue Webster, Arena Homme Plus editor-in-chief Jo-Ann Furniss, UK Vogue fashion features editor Harriet Quick, designer Hazel Robinson, Central Saint Martin instructor David Kappo, Fashion East's Lulu Kennedy and Colin McDowell, senior fashion writer of the Sunday Times Style magazine. When shamelessly asked to divulge a past Yuletide faux pas, Grand told us, "I was at a Christmas party years ago and I tried to get jiggy with a photographer from the Evening Standard. Luella Bartley was the fashion editor at the time and she was so embarrassed of me!" Apart from hosting the event, Grand designed the smiley-faced, Neu Rave-inspired Christmas crackers that contained little presents ranging from Stephen Jones paper hats to badges by designers Gareth Pugh, Giles Deacon and Katie Hillier. Hillier, the brains behind the return of the scrunchie, also made the Christmas tree decorations in Perspex, leather and heavy metal. After guests inhaled four courses, a rollicking game of "pass the parcel” commenced, whereby presents were passed around to the sounds of a live piano, each one finding an owner when the music stopped. Various designers donated the prizes, of which knitted cigarettes by knit wit Nova Dando, Dior make-up, Karen Walker sunglasses and a pair of jeweled Gina shoes garnered the biggest squeals. At one point Deacon leaned in and quipped, "Oh, you're from Heat, are you?," mistaking Hint for the UK tabloid. We can only hope the comment was as ironic as the plates he created for the occasion, which McDowell later asked if he could "steal"—and presumably did. —Erica Crompton



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