Bobby Peru, the wildest “thing” about David Lynch’s 1990 movie Wild at Heart will always be how I picture Willem Dafoe. And last night, all I had to say was “Bobby” for him to turn around and give up that insanely lop-sided, sexy grin. He and Ennio Capasa celebrated the 21st anniversary of the Costume National with a luxuriously appointed dinner party held at M Studio, the white on white on white on white space in the far West Village. It was a memorable night -- it is not, after all, every party that Rufus Albermarle puts me in a taxy and Phillip Bloch gives me his goodie bag that containted a bottle of sexsational Costume National parfum.