What we saw last night, in between looking at the art, dancing under the disco ball and stalking Moby: - Doutzen Kroes, frustrated, spelling her name to a PR girl who couldn't figure out why she was there and if she should let her in. Also, she's the most stunning, perfect human being we have ever seen in our lives. We are not exagerrating. - Sean Lennon dancing with an Irina look-alike, who definitely wasn't Irina. - Barbara Bush dancing with Derek Blasberg, who we thought was Jack McCullough of Proenza, but wasn't. - Model kickball. OK, not really but Coco, Behati, Hana, Doutzen, and Elettra, (all in skintight, envy inducing Herve but Coco), huddled in a circle while their dates/friends huddled in a protective outter circle while Rachel Zoe tried to eye her way in. - The girl in back of us in the bathroom line, asking Lou Doillon, who was in back of her, where she was from, why she was in New York and how she finagled her way into the party. Weird, because Lou is so beautiful it's kind of obvious she belongs in all the cool places. - Vogue's Stephanie LaCava rocking these Dior shoes (left) like they were her favorite Repetto ballet flats. - Rachel Bilson, waiting in line for champagne, just like us, checking out Natalie. Yes, Rachel, she actually is smaller than you.