It was a claws-out kind of night, with women in animal print minis and floral maxis desperately trying to get in contact with the Italian designer for a photograph. They were pulled away as soon as Cavalli lovingly wrapped his hands around theirs, a response to their slew of compliments.
“Other people want pictures too,” said the Sak’s employees who formed a protective circle around him, arms straight up to the side to form a human barrier.
In an attempt to get to him, a photographer climbed over an ottoman – previously a nice spot for some mannequins to sit, now just a nuisance to the crowd – and shattered a champagne flute left on the floor.
Still, guests persisted. Not even broken glass could stop them.
Cavalli’s calm expression was a stark contrast to the atmosphere. He shook hands, he posed for pictures, he entertained his star-struck audience.
But what else can be expected from a man who spent some time in Papua New Guinea living with cannibals in a forest? Nothing fazed him.
When it came time for a (very) quick interview, he spoke as if the mass of people around him didn’t exist. I was allowed one question – I asked two. He was in no rush.
Mr. Cavalli, it was a pleasure to meet you.
Check out our exclusive Q&A with Roberto Cavalli in our December/January issue. For info on his Miami Beach restaurant, click here.
