DOING THE ROUNDS

They’ve gone. The jet set have left the Côte d’Azur en route to Sardinia. And so, as nostalgia settles like dew over Antibes, we can look back and say with conviction that rotating dancefloors have been the big thing of summer 2008 on the Riviera. Also, rotating yacht guest lists (say, swapping Tamara Mellon for Joan Collins on a Wednesday) and rotating properties (did Roman pay £392m for Villa Leopolda, above?). Anything rotating, really — except dress codes. The wine tycoon Claude Ott asked the 600 guests at his annual party to wear white — again. “Last year, it still seemed right. This year, it’s like, what next?” said a billionaire. Some people are never happy.

PACK A PONCHO

Follow me once more to Ibiza, where one of the island’s insideriest insiders, Leah Tilbury, threw a party to open her new restaurant, Ocho. There were Kate Moss and Davinia Taylor. There was Bryan Ferry. There was Rhys Ifans, pushing on through for the third night running (well done, Rhys!). The drink was cognac and coke, and the look was ponchos and leather headbands. “We’re dancing under the stars,” said one girl, as Donna Summer’s I Feel Love kicked in. A single glance at her beatific expression made it clear that, yes indeed, the lady was full of love.

PLAY TIME

In keeping with our commitment to bringing you the trends, I give you: me wearing Jean-Charles de Castelbajac. A true 1980s renaissance man — this is, after all, the designer who delivered unto the world red sparkly Harleys — JCDC has recently opened a new shop on London’s Conduit Street, a spot that has become a honeypot for stylish types such as Santogold, who are also buying up vintage JCDC by the wardrobe-load. These Rubic’s Cube jeans may be rather loud, but as my friend Namalee, fashion director of the street fashion mag Super Super, points out: “Look playful and people will want to play with you.” Which sounds like a win-win situation to me.

OH BOY

My schoolboy crush of the month — hmm, I know they’re getting younger — is 16-year-old Sam Kilcoyne. What a clever boy the founder of the Underage Festival is. Not only for booking Dizzee Rascal and Florence and the Machine for this year’s fest, but for refusing to divulge where the real fun at the adult- and alcohol-free festival was happening. “I’m afraid that would be telling,” he said with a winning smile, when I bumped into him lounging backstage with the bands. Obviously that was the right answer, but still I felt peeved.

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