More Georgina than Harvey, and who can blame them? Weinstein stands stoic, conceding little to the cameras, while Chapman perches one hand on her husband’s shoulder and clutches the chain of her jeweled Marchesa evening bag with the other. She makes up for her husband’s immobility with poised tilts of her head. Her eyes are subtly smoky, and her dark-berry lip contrasts with her alabaster skin (her natural freckles swept clean with foundation). She wears a black lace minidress from her Notte line with the thick satin sash tied neatly above her baby bump—a second child will join the couple’s two-year-old daughter, India, in April. The dress is simple and demure, but Chapman is no minimalist; like her brand, she embraces adornment. Her black Christian Louboutin pumps are covered in jet beading, and her sapphire-and-diamond earrings, from the Georgina Chapman for Garrard jewelry line, accent the raw-quartz closure of her purse.
Weinstein is squired away to do TV interviews (the evening’s honoree is Quentin Tarantino), and Chapman stays focused, eyes trained on the cameras before making her way to the press. She deftly thwarts reporters asking about her pregnancy, announced in “Page Six” two days earlier. The Huffington Post would like to know names; Manhattan magazine wants word on whether she would prefer a girl or boy. “I don’t care as long they’re healthy and happy,” she says. There are also questions about Tarantino—she speaks eloquently on his powerful female leads—and the last movie she has seen: “Silver Linings Playbook.” As she reaches the end of the press line, two young MoMA staffers gather their courage. “We love you on Project Runway,” they gush at once. “You are our favorite!”
“Ohh, thank you!” she says, genuinely pleased—and utterly in her element. The British beauty’s husband is still tied up with interviews, but she doesn’t need him. All by herself she attracts flashbulbs like magpies.
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