White Light, White Heat
“I don’t know them well, but let’s have a hand for the bride and groom!” Jack White boomed from the Palais d’Iéna stage. At the invitation of Miuccia Prada, the rocker and his band sandwiched a gig for the Miu Miu crowd between two concerts for 50,000 in Poland and Denmark. Last night’s audience was a tiny fraction of that size—barely two hundred people—but White didn’t scale back on the volume, which thumped in your chest and poured out through the open windows into the quiet Sixteenth. Up front and singing along were Freida Pinto, Gemma Arterton, Douglas Booth, and Nymphomaniac‘s Stacy Martin. Roman Polanski and Emmanuelle Seigner didn’t linger for the show, but sat at the head table for dinner with Prada. The meal—gnocchi gnudi followed by vitello tonnato—was cooked by Prada’s personal chef; monogrammed linen napkins from the designer’s own collection were gathered up after the main course. Guests hoping to make off with a souvenir of the evening had to settle for the ringing in their ears, courtesy of White and co.