Last night I hit up John Waters' opening with my friend, the wonderful artist Tauba Auerbach, at Marianne Boesky Gallery in Chelsea, and it was much fun. His show was hilarious, and included this piece (above), "Hollywood Smile Train," of Hollywood harelips. He also had giant realistic sculptures of iconic items like a huge Creme de la Mer container, a cockroach trap, and a jar of poppers as well as a piece called "Control" which was a life-sized Ike Turner as puppeteer to a tiny Tina Turner. (Debbie Harry told me she overheard someone saying, "Look, there's Sammy Davis Junior playing with a Tina Turner puppet!"). After the exhibit, I stopped by the Metropolitan Club to see the amazingly beautiful Lanvin fashion show, designed by my old friend, the brilliant and sweet Alber Elbaz, and hosted by Bergdorf Goodman. He was getting ready to head to Buenos Aires the next morning for vacation. Then we headed to the dinner-ish thing for John at The Core Club on 55th St., which is a surreal, weird '90s-era kind of place, where I ran into everyone from John's BFF Dennis Dermody (PAPER's own Cinemaniac), novelist Michael Cunningham, the New Museum's Lisa Phillips and the Andy Warhol Foundation's Vincent Freemont and his wife Shelly. Fun night.