The world of Michael Kors is upbeat and glamorous – whether in the White House or on public transport
It is a rainy Thursday evening in London and Michael Kors is hosting what has been billed as “just a small, low-key dinner” to celebrate the opening of his new boutique. Gemma Arterton is in black leather trousers, chatting to fellow actor Gemma Chan, who is in a floor-length gown. The River Café’s Ruth Rogers is in a dress the same hot pink as the peonies that fill the tables. Kate Moss is squished cosily between Kors and his husband Lance LePere, sipping sparkling water – she’s teetotal these days – but the Ruinart champagne is flowing for pretty much everyone else. There are platters of soft clouds of burrata, slivers of ruby-rare steak, and Jenga stacks of triple-cooked chips. And then the doors burst open to reveal a white-robed gospel choir, belting out the O Jays’ classic Love Train. Soon Moss has grabbed a tambourine and joined in, much to the amusement of passersby who are peering through the window from the sedate Mayfair street, drawn by the soaring music and enthusiastic supermodel accompaniment.
Welcome to the world of Michael Kors, a miniature universe that he takes with him wherever he goes. Next week it’s Cannes, then Capri. That’s how he rolls. It is a world where everyone has a suntan and a blow-dry, and smells amazing.
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