What happened at Tatler’s Little Black Book party as young London makes a grand return to Tramp
There’s nowhere else you’d rather be than Tatler‘s Little Black Book Party at Tramp, where anyone who is anyone partied this week. The likes of Tatler‘s current cover stars Lyla Elichaoff and Esme Bertelsen gathered alongside Jack Draper, whilst Lady Violet Eliot and her sister Lady Ruby Eliot travelled from Port Eliot to the newly renovated Jermyn Street locale, where DJs Becky Tong and Woody Cook were holding court spinning tracks for the crowds. Among those on the dance floor? Internet It Boy Thomas Meacock and Lady Venetia Baring.
The outdoor space was like a speakeasy with the roof lifted off, decked out in arsenic green panelling to match the spicy margaritas passed around like dance cards. ‘It’s like prohibition is making a comeback,’ remarked Ossia Montgomerie, on a flying visit to London from a ski season in Canada. Somewhere downstairs, slipping through the crowd alongside his brother Ben, was British tennis sensation Jack Draper. Fresh from a stunning season himself, the UK number one (and former Tatler cover star) was the man of the moment, but deceptively hard to find despite his 6’3” stature.
The evening was brimming with young scions; Just take Alistair Stewart, son of rock legend Rod Stewart, and Phoebe Kay, daughter of Vernon Kay and Tess Daley, who could be found huddled together in a corner booth of the club. Amanda Holden’s daughter, the glamorous Lexi Hughes was sparkling in a glittering suit. DJ Becky Tong brought the kind of party atmosphere that would make her father Pete Tong proud, whilst Woody Cook brought the house down with poptastic hits, including nods to his father Fatboy Slim. Praise You followed Eat, Sleep, Rave Repeat before Right Here, Right Now sent the dancefloor wild. Then? Think Girls Just Wanna Have Fun and American Boy. Miles Merry, the ultimate finance bro, was fashionably late, flying in from Italy after masterminding a fashion collection. Having conquered the quarter zip (one in every colour), he’s moving on to shirts. How does it feel being named one of Britain’s most eligible bachelors? He wouldn’t know, he’s married to the grind.
Where better to celebrate the toast of high society’s singletons (though, by the looks of things, we might have a few more it couples on our hands come the weekend), than the newly renovated halls of Tramp. It is, after all, the sexiest room in London.