IT MAY TAKE A VILLAGE TO RAISE A child, but it took a Kennedy—John F. Jr.—to throw the primo party for the Democratic National Convention. “This is probably going to be I the party of all parties,” first brother Roger Clinton gushed at the Aug. 27 soiree sponsored by Kennedy’s political magazine, George.
With 1,500 revelers packed into the Art Institute of Chicago’s Garden Restaurant, the celebs proved to be so many hors d’oeuvres—much like the crab cakes, prosciutto-wrapped asparagus and miniature beef Wellingtons—to the Kennedy main course. “They’re going to be silly by the time [JFK Jr.] comes,” predicted talk show host Jerry Springer.
But when the editor put in his appearance—roving the jammed room with a bottle of Sam Adams lager to mingle with guests like Norman Mailer, Billy Baldwin and Chelsea Clinton—the host enjoyed the spectacle. “I can’t think of a better place to have a party than this beautiful museum,” Kennedy said. A leather-jacketed Oprah Winfrey was interested in the cinematic arts. “I’m looking for Kevin Costner!” she exclaimed.
The Tin Cup star, meanwhile, chatted up Aretha Franklin, who was looking for a little r-e-s-p-i-t-e. “My feet,” she announced, “are killing me.”