Of course it was destiny that the paths of these two esteemed innovators cross, and so last night (or was it two days ago?) we were treated to the kind of cosmic inevitability only available in Hollywood: the unveiling of the results of a collaboration between filmmaker David Lynch and Dom Pérignon at a party designed/hosted by the director himself at Milk Studios.

The vibe was all very Lynchian--noirish, smoky, mysterious, sexy. Top-hatted men in coats with tails stood in front of an enormous chalkboard on which guests, eponymous bevvy in hand, could scrawl their names. And what guests they were--accompanying Lynch was Dom Pérignon cellar master Richard Geoffroy and a cool bevy of fabulous others: Kelly Osborne, Fran Drescher, Topher Grace, Shane West, Liz Goldwyn, Rachel Leigh Cook, Jessica Szhor, Bret Easton Ellis. We did not see Harry Dean Stanton. He was supposed to be there. Was he there?

Anyway, it would not be a Lynch event without some sense that one was going through a sort of complicated and chic interior process, and this one did not fail to deliver. From the open marble foyer us revelers were led down a dark hall illuminated by fuchsia track lighting into a dream-like great room replete with digital photo booth, fog, and rotating heap of jewels refracting red and green lasers. The food, catered by José Andrés of The Bazaar, smelled delicious (we'd curbed our appetites in the car en route.) Two giant and rather impressive portraits of Dom bottles photographed by the Oscar-nominated director himself towered behind the serving table, staple images for the 2012 campaign.

After a few flutes of the rosé, we wound up in the middle of the warehouse where The Kills would later perform, for the revelation of "Dom Pérignon by David Lynch," the limited edition creation, scheduled for release in specialty wine stores beginning in October--the Dom Pérignon Vintages 2003 and Rosé 2000.

As this giant box lid lifted, we didn't really understand that this was it--the unveiling--it was all sort of happening fast and we were off tucked in some corner chatting harmlessly to Douglass Little. But then the crowd erupted in a cheer. And we think we spotted David Lynch smirking but who knows. We were all there, rapt, because we didn't know--what the wily veteran provocateur and the world's most famous bubbly would dream up. Oh teamwork. It was all stunning. And we drank a lot.  

Written by Je'rome Je'rome