At Betsey Johnson's show Tuesday afternoon, her granddaughter made her runway debut. Johnson handed the baby off to daughter Lulu before turning her trademark cartwheel. At the end of the runway, stylist Patricia Field joined the designer for a little boogie, which exposed a bit of Johnson's black thong.
Some of our favorite collections from Fashion Week came down the runways with almost no celebrities in attendance first at the Ashleigh Verrier show on Friday, and now Tuesday's Behnaz Sarafpour presentation.
A longtime observer of Fashion Week, socialite Tinsley Mortimer had lots of opinions about this year's collections. She shared with us a few of her favorites, including looks from Oscar de la Renta and Carolina Herrera.
Oscar de la Renta is the designer for the Laura Bushes of the world, and his front row yesterday was, as one might guess, a socialite-a-polooza. Every girl you see on Patrick McMullan was taking mental notes on which evening gown to get her husband or father to buy for her.
With elbow space and oxygen in short supply (but booze flowing for miles) at the jam-packed Marc Jacobs after-party Monday night, everybody's celebrity radars went on overdrive — with some woefully inaccurate results.
"Dude," a guy whispered, pointing to us — yes, us — as we side-stepped past them with difficulty. "She was totally on Leno the other night, but with a way different hair color."
Imagine our slack-jawed surprise to see Paris taking notes from the front row at Max Azria (it WRITES!) while Nicky sat sour-faced and bored. What gives, heiresses? We turned to each other in queasy dread: Would we have to reassess? Would our world plop off its axis and into a sea of shame?
Waiting to get into the Marc Jacobs show at the Armory tonight was like lining up for the new Star Wars, except with fashionistas instead of geeks. But the wait and the attendant fear that we were all about to be killed in the unholy, disorganized crush of humanity was worth it, because this was the premiere celeb spotting event of our lives.
We spent the first few days of Fashion Week giddily anticipating our first glimpse of Anna Wintour. We fielded several phone calls from home asking if we’d seen The Bobbed One yet. But the answer was always a downtrodden "no." Until today.
Like taking pictures in Times Square, wearing a fanny pack has long been considered tourist territory. But if this week's shows are any indication, these bum bags (that's what they're called in other countries) are once again hip for, well, the hip.
Some Gramercy Park residents were surprised on Sunday evening when handwritten notes were slid under their doors, urging them to take action. The cause for the outrage? A certain fashion party scheduled for tonight.
Throughout the week, the buyers from Barneys, Intermix, and other stores will tell us which runway looks they plan on stocking. Today, Julie Gilhart, senior vice-president and fashion director of Barneys New York, files her weekend picks.
How exclusive was French Vogue editor Carine Roitfeld's Saturday-night party for the young swans of fashion, Julia Restoin-Roitfeld, Bee Shaffer, and Margherita Missoni? Too exclusive for us. But the scene outside the velvet ropes at the Gramercy Park Hotel might have been as entertaining as the one inside.