With the pandemic galloping like an apocalyptic horseman, last year the Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences in Hollywood resisted tooth and nail holding the gala by Zoom,

canceling the charming

and reducing the firepower in the world's media ecosystem. world, which have been its hallmarks for almost a century.

Due to sanitary measures, it was the first time in 19 years that the ceremony took place outside the Dolby Theater.

Without masks or master of ceremonies, the guests gathered in the

lobby of the Union Station,

the great railway terminal of Los Angeles.

What there was not were the parties in which every year you see things that you would not believe.

Balls, drunkenness, debauchery to the beat of global DJs,

winners posing for their selfies and losers pretending not to care as they gobble up delicatessen and drink like holothurians Piper-Heidsieck champagne, Cîroc vodka, Don Julio tequila and Negronis by Charles Joly and other bartenders and dream barmaid.

All those moments were lost like tears in the rain last year for fear of the coronavirus.

The madness of the early years

From the first gala dinner, in 1929, of the Academy Awards and the uninhibited soirees of the 1940s in the fashionable nightspots of Los Angeles (Ciro's, Mocambo, Romanoff's, Chasen's) to the star-studded parties convened at the Spago restaurant by the mythical agent Irving Swifty Lazar in the 70s and 80s, the most crunchy part of the evening was not the ceremony, but what came after.

In Lazar's represented portfolio were

Humphrey Bogart, Lauren Bacall, Cary Grant, Truman Capote, Ernest Hemingway, Gene Kelly and Cher,

which gives clues to the level of the 150 Spago attendees.

Types of success, a matter of luck as the unsuccessful say.

It was a wonderful thing to discover America, but some didn't know it until they were invited to the Oscars afterparty, which draws a sentimental history of fashion, joie de vivre and

king-size glamour.

Those appointments, as legendary as the ceremony, turned the weekend into a non-stop Luddism session.

Grace and Brando's cheek to cheek

In the years of greatest splendor of classic Hollywood, stars of the caliber of

Marion Davies, Clark Gable, Ginger Rogers, Vivien Leigh, Marlene Dietrich, Jack Lemmon, Elizabeth Taylor, Billy Wilder or Marilyn Monroe

gathered after the ceremony for dinner at the restaurant chef Michel Romanoff's Angeleno.

There, with their dim de soirée and the statuettes on the table, they posed with a falsely relaxed air for black and white photographs that are now part of the dream factory legend.

The dinner party that followed the 1955 Oscars ceremony took place at Romanoffs on Rodeo Drive, one of the hottest restaurants in the 1940s and 1950s. Designer

Edith Head,

who had won an Oscar for her wardrobe for

Audrey Hepburn

in 'Sabrina', she was sitting at the same table as

Grace Kelly,

who was also displaying her golden statuette.

She had won it for her leading role in 'The Anguish of Living'.

That night in late March 1955, Grace showed it to the photographers who stopped in front of her.

Her face shone as brightly as Uncle Oscar's.

She left the party earlier than expected.

He got into a limousine on his way to the Beverly Hills Hotel and left his statuette on the mantelpiece.

She sitting on the sofa before her trophy, her success did not scare her loneliness.

It was a long sleepless night.

Perhaps the loneliest moment of her life.

That would be a very sad conclusion to the 1955 Oscars. But it would only be one version.

Sadness, adventure and blows

According to another version of Darwin Porter -in the biography 'Brando Unzipped'-

Marlon Brando,

who had received another statuette for his role as Terry Malloy in 'The Law of Silence', had given Grace his phone number.

She called him and he soon showed up at the Beverly Hills Hotel.

First, Grace complained to Brando about her co-star

Bing Crosby,

who had made filming on 'The Heartbreak' agonizing.

Afterwards, the couple broke the ice, and at three in the morning, when Grace and Brando were already cheek to cheek putting an escape valve to the inconvenience of being born, someone knocked on the door.

It was Crosby, who had also been nominated and had lost to Brando.

The rivals came to blows and Brando, who was not only 30 years old but had received boxing lessons to play Terry Malloy, knocked out the fifty-year-old Crosby.

Grace had to call a doctor.

The one who told Porter was

Edith Van Cleve,

Brando's agent, who was also Grace's agent.

It is not clear which of the two versions better reflects the night of the Oscars on March 30, 1955.

Under the golden roofs of the Blossom Ball

What all the versions agree on is that from Thursday afternoon to Sunday morning, the big parties (before, simultaneously and after) are the salt of Hollywood's salty life.

And that's since, on May 16, 1929, the Academy presented its first gala in a ceremony for 270 guests under the golden ceilings of the Blossom Ballroom, in the Roosevelt Hotel on the Walk of Fame.

The official party after the event was at the Mayfair hotel in Los Angeles: a black tie party that served as a warm-up for other parties that lasted until dawn at

Marion Davies' mansion,

on

Errol Flynn

's boat or at the Hacienda Arms, the famous brothel of classic Hollywood, in which names above the titles like

Clark Gable, Spencer Tracy or Groucho Marx

had a great time forgetting about the gala.

Since 2002, after the ceremony, the guests -some 1,500- have been shepherded to the pompous

Governors Ball, in the Ray Dolby Ballroom of the Loews hotel,

a pretentious space with six rooms and a terrace.

Between ikebanas by the florist Mark Held and animated by the rap music of DJ will.i.am., after long and tense hours without refueling, calorie intake is a priority and the partiers share in the ritual of shelving the inevitable fast of the Film awards season.

In N Out burgers and cocktail-flavored macaroons pair well with Ford Coppola wines and long drinks.

At the 2015 Governors Ball, a decade after their breakup,

Ben Affleck and Jennifer Lopez

reignited the embers of the old fire with laughter and whispers after serving as presenters at the 87th Awards.

At the time, they were respectively paired with

Jennifer Garner and Casper Smart,

who found out about the flirtation the next day.

Those things happen at Governors.

Ben Affleck and Jennifer Lopez, a couple now united again.

Two years ago, Austrian chef Wolfgang Puck earned praise even from guitar-breaker

Joaquin Phoenix

with a vegan menu of white truffle Bolognese and cauliflower-quinoa delicacies.

For omnivores he offered a version with a Beluga cape.

Tom Hanks and Greta Gerwig

gorged themselves on salmon and avocado tartare while

Brad Pitt, Laura Dern and Quentin Tarantino

stormed the dance floor and

Renée Zellweger

attacked cocktails at the bar.

In the postOscar hierarchies collapse.

Iridescent icons mingle with illustrious strangers and a few stowaways on board.

Four years ago,

Frances McDormand,

best actress for 'Three billboards outside', had the statuette stolen, which ended up being recovered by photographer Alex Berliner, who caught the thief after a movie chase.

Celebs only get down from their deity status when the magnum bottles run out.

Then,

Jack Nicholson

takes off his sunglasses,

Cher

looks for the exit door with the desire to continue giving everything and all the who's who rush to find their limousines and get to the next meeting point of the night, the super exclusive afterparties in which , now without photographers and after a long night waiting for the cameras, the guests go into the bathroom, loosen their bow ties or pull on their lip liner, get off their stilettos and let their hair down between libated drinks according to the Churchill doctrine: the winners because they deserve it, losers because they need it.

Some could

survive without alcohol,

but why take the risk?

Others were already the drunks of their town before they were VIPs, which wouldn't be so bad if the town I'm referring to wasn't New York.

The splendor of Salma Hayek

There is a lot of night after the Governors, because in recent decades a long list of other even more lively parties has competed with the official party.

Brands like Gucci or Tom Ford and celebrities like

Madonna, Elton John or Diane Von Fustenberg

organize their own events.

Salma Hayek and her husband host a post-Oscar party.

The Independent Spirit Awards have made a name for themselves with their popular vegan barbecue on the beach in Santa Monica.

Increasingly influential are the recently released Netflix galas and the Gold Party -at the mythical Chateau Marmont hotel on Sunset Boulevard- with which

Beyoncé and Jay Z

demonstrate their desire to focus in the company of regulars such as

Adele, Rihanna, Kanye West, Kim Kardashian or Ellen Pompeo.

At Gucci's,

Katie Holmes, Cameron Diaz, Mark Wahlberg, Jack Nicholson, Faye Dunaway, Bono

e tutti quanti usually leave with superferolytic gifts.

A detail by the owner of the brand,

François-Henri Pinault and his wife, Salma Hayek.

But the total free is the least of it, the important thing is the need of the stars to celebrate themselves by looking at their navel, getting even after months of stress, interviews, fake smiles and camel diets in the race for the statuette.

The thousand friends of Elton John

For more than 20 years,

Elton John and her husband, David Furnish,

have been throwing a party in a Tent of the Thousand and One Nights in West Hollywood Park, with the noble goal of raising funds against AIDS, although the truth is that having a great time while the champagne flows like a glamorous Amazon is what it's all about.

There, the stars shine not in proportion to their cache, but to their ease of disinhibition.

Three conditions are required to have a good time: don't be shy, don't be teetotal, and don't be silly.

Those who have them lower their guard and come up with alkaloids or in sensual maneuvers in the dark.

Tom Hanks and Bruce Springsteen

are still remembered

squirting together,

Prince

putting on the act as if slipping on a banana skin and

Heidi Klum

dancing like a maenad highlighting the melancholic delicacy of her long neck as traced by Modigliani.

Naomi Campbell, regular guest at Elton John's party.

Among the almost a thousand guests, not only the golden people of the cinema but also from other guilds that enter each other's dreams are regulars: actors like

Leonardo DiCaprio, Jodie Foster and Emma Stone;

tycoons like

Larry Gagosian or Jeff Bezos;

supermodels like

Gigi Hadid and Naomi Campbell;

musicians like

Bono, Lady Gaga, Miley Cyrus, Quincy Jones and Mariah Carey;

designers like

Donatella Versace and Christian Louboutin;

athletes like the

Williamses;

reality cracks like the

Kardashians or Caitlyn Jenner.

They are all stretched out in exclusive auctions in which they bid on a Bulgari necklace, a vacation in Maui, a photograph of Carly Simon or a Chevrolet Corvette owned by

Sharon Stone.

Everyone dares to do anything because, except for murder, everything is allowed except to talk about it the next day.

The Hostess Madonna

Madonna

and her manager,

Guy Oseary,

are the hosts of another must in which

Paul McCartney

was seen making out with the

Stones,

although the singer plays down, saying that her part in the organization is reduced to "wearing a fantastic dress , lots of cool jewelry and making sure there are no photographers."

Madonna and Penelope Cruz at a post-Oscar party in 2007.

Oliver Stone, Sylvester Stallone, David and Victoria Beckham, Tom Cruise, Demi Moore, Katie Holmes and Cameron Diaz

still recall that the inaugural edition of 2007 was a madness awash in absinthe fountains from Le Tourment Vert, which flowed all night to the rhythm that marked the DJ Diddy.

The following year,

Ashton Kutcher

shared his highlights of the night via Twitter: meeting

Jack Nicholson,

posing with the

Penelope Cruz

statuette, and watching

Joe Pesci

order three martinis "to get below par."

At the 2014 party,

Jennifer Lawrence

caught such a bow that

Miley Cyrus

had to reprimand her: "Control yourself, girl."

Not even so: she started by throwing the yews at

Brad Pitt

and ended up throwing the pota on the stairs of the mansion.

Post-Oscars are like those Los Angeles tours where you're shown around famous people's homes, only here you can sit back and have a drink while the tour unfolds before your eyes.

Never ask anyone what they did after the Oscar ceremony, if they remember it they were not up to losing their composure.

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