A Week Ended Under the Supermoon MILAN - Was it the supermoon that added a hectic, slightly lunatic edge to the week here? From runway shows like Dolce & Gabbana, where a streaker ran onto the catwalk - putting, as the Departures editor Richard D. Story said, "his shortcomings"" on full display - to the GQ party celebrating the 10th anniversary of Jim Nelson's tenure as editor, at which, after a band finished playing in the garden of the fabled Villa Necchi Campiglio, a group of revelers abruptly jumped into the pool? Far larger and brighter in appearance than an ordinary full moon, the huge disc at the perigee of its orbit hung so close to earth you felt you could stroll there from downtown Milan. If tides shift under the moon's influence, designers are powerfully drawn by Mr. Nelson's magazine and its newsstand power. Few other style bibles exert anything like its influence, and, presumably for that reason, the GQ party this past weekend attracted a gathering of eminences rarely seen in one place at one time. There, 10 minutes before the party began and before the host had arrived, was a super-tanned Giorgio Armani, reigning statesman of Italian design. There was Frida Giannini, the creative director of Gucci, pale as the moon. There were the creative and business heads of all the major Milanese houses, along with the all-important American retailers, disporting themselves among beds of red pelargonium flanking a villa built for the daughters of a magnate who made his impressive fortune on sewing machines. There, two late-comers, were Domenico Dolce and Stefano Gabbana, looking impressively at ease given that an Italian court recently found the pair guilty of tax evasion and served them with a multimillion-dollar fine. Perhaps they are fatalists. Many Italians are. The results of human machinations rarely amount to much, as Giulia Crespi - the 93-year old heiress of a milling fortune, whose family once owned Italy's most important daily newspaper - remarked on Monday. Truth and justice are mutable concepts. "Italians are naturally double, treble-natured,"" Ms. Crespi said. Unlike Britain, she added, unconquered by foreign powers for 1,000 years, Italy has been a prize claimed by competing powers throughout history. "We say this and we say that, we do this and we do that," she said from a salon in the magnificent Palazzo Crespi. "This is as we have always been obliged to do."" The costs of maintaining Italy's great heritage are generally beyond the means of even wealthy individuals and are of little apparent interest to the state. As a result, the Crespi family has found itself obliged to rent the palazzo out regularly for special events (including, some seasons back, a party for T, The New York Times's style magazine). "We have meetings here, that sort of thing,"" said Ms. Crespi as she passed through a salon on whose walls hung two vast and wondrously journalistic Canaletto views of Venice, which, she pointed out, looks not much different today from when the pictures were painted centuries ago. One of the defining amazements of Milan and Italy is the trove of architectural and historical treasures hidden in plain sight. One of these is an ancient fortification, now a day spa, at which the Calvin Klein group held a party celebrating another employee's decade of service - this time Italo Zucchelli, the creative director of menswear. How people end up where they are was a question that recurred throughout the evening, as guests gathered on a lawn within ancient fortified walls and then processed into a large dining hall to savor burrata in a sauce of red pesto and filet mignon. "I don't know how things happen,"" said Michael Pitt, the "Boardwalk Empire" actor, who had his beginnings in Orange, N.J., and was discovered on the street by a casting director whom he mistook for a policeman looking to bust him. "I'm not very good at playing the game,"" he said. He goes where life takes him, said Mr. Pitt - an actor who has appeared in movies by Bernardo Bertolucci and Gus Van Sant and who just wrapped three consecutive films. "It's better like that,"" he said. Just keep working. Don't think about it too much. As the singer Jack Savoretti serenaded several hundred dinner guests on Sunday, Clark Bockelman, an Indiana farm boy scouted on the street, remarked that fate had always played an important role in his life. A year ago, he was a college student in Colorado. Now, he has been cast to open the Calvin Klein show - a career-defining event in any model's life. That was not all. When Mr. Bockelman was a boy, an electric short set fire to a bedside lamp and ignited a blaze that burned down his family's house. "I was actually lucky,"" said Mr. Bockelman, whose blond, heartthrob looks have been compared to those of Hollywood stars of the 1950s. The lamp was by my head and it burned half my hair off before I woke up. If it had started in another part of the room, I wouldn't be here at all.""