Of all the Fashion Week parties, the Prada-store event will always be good. They couldn't possibly top their last big Fashion Week bash with the Raconteurs, but we figured they might come close. And they did, sort of. We'd been looking forward to hearing Damien Hirst's formerly crack-addicted "maverick fucking geezer" friend Antony Green and his band the Hours play beneath a mockup of Hirst's $100 million skull. But pretty much from the second they started, we started to doze off. There were soundboard issues, and the music did not rock. Instead, we counted the celebs who had been able to squeeze their tiny bodies onto the steps opposite the stage (which is right in front of that big curvy thing in the middle of the store). Quite a few, it turned out.
Proenza Schouler moved uptown to the magnificent Park Avenue Armory this year, and their fans came with them. We spotted the usual cadre of interchangeable blonde fashion editors, a sprinkling of socialites (including Aerin Lauder and avowed Proenza lover Jessica Joffe, who was wearing the same outfit she had on at the 11 a.m. Sari Gueron show scandale!), and, of course, Anna Wintour, this time with daughter Bee Shaffer in tow.