If you had any doubt the 80s and all the decade’s excessive glamour were back, look no further than last night’s Brooklyn bash celebrating Marc Jacobs’ Resort collection at Schmanski in Williamsburg. Chiseled cheekbones, Brooke Shields-worthy brows (circa her Blue Lagoon days, no doubt), mountains of mousse, and major volume weren’t just encouraged, but required by a strict dress code that was enforced at the door. (According to FU’s reporter, the only person who managed to sneak in sans 80s fashion and beauty signatures was the club’s owner, Eddie Dean, who showed up in “suburban dad-wear.” Lame.)
With Ladyfag (the party’s host) leading the way, models like Hanne Gaby Odiele arrived with crimps and colorful, blown-out shadow (a look seen recently on the runway at Louis Vuitton). Teddy Quinlivan paired her heart-shaped pasties with dramatically draped cheeks (also spotted on the catwalk at Kenzo). Andreja Pejic made a strong case for both a flashy fuchsia mouth and Blondie-esque winged eyes, while Sarah Abney looked striking in a vampy pout, vivid shadows, and micro bangs. And even the boys (including those not in drag) wanted to have some beauty fun, with male models like Jack Page and Ian Weglarz sporting smudgy smoky lids and cherry-stained lips that looked as if they’d been snogging girls (or guys) on the dance floor (likely because they were). In addition to human disco balls covered in pink glitter, a band of broads reminiscent of the Robert Palmer Girls roamed the space in sequined mini dresses and fluffy black wigs coiffed by hairstylists Jacob Rozenberg, Sonny Molina, and Severely Mame (who moonlights as a “pinup ghoul” after hours).
If you didn’t have to cross a bridge to get there, partygoers might have thought they time traveled to Palladium or Limelight—two of Manhattan’s most happening spots in the 80s. Unfortunately, no DeLoreans—just Ubers—were spotted idling outside at the end of the night. But even if you weren’t on Jacobs’ guest list, consider breaking out some bright blush (just apply sans credit card), neon shadows, and maybe even a banana clip, then party this weekend like its 1989.