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by on February 22, 2012

This delicious little story is like something out of Gatsby — if The Great Gatsby was kind of trashy and a bit of a douchbag. We’ve got a bevy of supermodels, a Greek billionaire heir, a Roitfeld, an entitled prince of a sovereign city-state, $500 bottles of vodka, and a chivalrous “man of the people” trapped in the middle of it all.

QUEL SCANDALE! Club Owner Defends Honor of Supermodels, Beats Up Prince of Monaco

Prince Pierre Casiraghi

At Double Seven, a club in the Meatpacking District — New York’s most elegant dumpster —  Monaco’s Prince Pierre Casiraghi, third in line to the throne and grandson of Grace Kelly, was poppin’ bottles with pals Diego Marroquin, noted Carine Roitfeld scion Vladimir Restoin-RoitfeldParis Hilton‘s ex-boyfriend Stavros Niarchos and his current girlfriend, model Jessica Hart.

In the other corner, Adam Hock  owner of the now-defunct Hawaiian Tropic Zone — okay, “man of the people” might have been a stretch –was livin’ it up with supermodels Anja Rubik and Natasha Poly, ordinary model Valentina Zelyaeva and Poly’s husband Peter Bakker at the table of Double Seven owner, Jeffrey Jah.

Accounts vary on who instigated the confrontation and why. In one version of the story, Casiraghi and co. were upset they weren’t seated at Jah’s table, presumably the best table in the house, and rolled up on team Hock. There they started getting all kinds of aggressive and even dared to drink from Hock’s $500 bottle of Grey Goose — I mean, people have died for less.

QUEL SCANDALE! Club Owner Defends Honor of Supermodels, Beats Up Prince of Monaco

The Incredible Hock

Another version has it that Hock just hulked out for no reason and started throwing haymakers. Still another chalks it all up to everyone being too drunk and not knowing what the hell was going on.

What is clear, however, is that Prince Pierre Casiraghi got his shit seriously rocked. Hock knocked him across the room, broke his jaw, leaving him — as one witness puts it — “disfigured” — and sending him to the hospital. At one point, someone even tried to hit Hock with a bottle of vodka, but that just made Hock angry. Then he beat up the prince’s three friends before the models — god bless them — broke it up.

Of course that act of altruism didn’t stop Jessica Hart from reportedly screaming at Natasha Poly later on the street: “Your husband’s a loser! Fuck you!” But that’s neither here nor there.

After spending two days in jail and being charged with four counts of assault, Hock still claims that he’s the real victim here: “I acted 100% in self-defence. I felt I had to defend the honor of the women I was with,” he told the Daily News. A point that Jessica Hart openly — via Twitter — denies.

Hock for his part is playing the role well:

“I feel I was victimized by several drunk, entitled guys who felt they deserved the prime table with the most beautiful girls. They expected to be treated like the royalty they are. They didn’t get what they wanted, and it pissed them off.”

Perhaps a little too well:

“I am concerned these guys will make my life difficult. I imagine they are sitting with their parents strategizing how to destroy me. I am getting married in June. I want to start a family. I don’t want enemies like this.”

Well, you gotta point there, Hock. Carine Roitfeld can have Karl Lagerfeld on the phone in one second and from there it’s a slippery, Chanel-upholstered chute straight to hell.


Contributed by Lester Brathwaite

I was center square from 1969 to 1978, during which I perfected the art of the zing as well as a crippling cocaine addiction. Bea Arthur was responsible for both. @LesFabian lester dot brathwaite at gmail