The 27th Chelsea Arts Ball (the first since 1938) was a blockbusterBritain's noisiest, rowdiest and most splendidly raucous big binge since the war. For the evening, austere Britons removed the pipes from their mouths and dressed themselves as anything, from Roman invaders to the Marx brothers. The ladies favored near-nudity, though a handful of sartorial reactionaries came in 18th Century court dress. One man, recently returned from Washington war chores, just wore a seersucker suit with a red sash and a blinding orange tie he had been given by U.S. Steel President Ben Fairless.
Individual tickets sold for three guineas in...
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