photo from modelinia!Last night, at 8, I ran out of Julie Haus’ Kate Lanphear-styled show and into the madness that was Fashion’s Night Out.
The streets of Soho were packed with people who weren’t just shopping, but had properly decked themselves out for the Vogue sponsored occasion. From top to toe they rocked Balmain-shouldered blazers and chunky jewels with booties and their official Fashion’s Night Out tees.
I swung into Intermix, pre-Rihanna & Millers, where it was so packed that even though I wanted a grey Kain tank, I couldn’t make my way to the register. Outside I found Keegan Singh staring into space, more overwhelmed than I at the growing crowds. Then Eddie Borgo found us and I gushed over Jen Kao’s show (on which they both worked, more to come later). We split and I (stupidly) hopped in a cab uptown to Barneys, a veritable frat house full of models, socialites, designers and the most fashion forward children I’ve ever seen – all of them laden with shopping bags.
After thirty minutes I skipped back downtown where I figured I could find a beer. Sure enough there was Colt 45 at Rogan and PBR at Billy Reid. Across the street at Bellhaus, neither Derek Blasberg nor Brad Goreski were spotted at their own party (though Abby saw Brad there earlier), but Taylor was there, about ten times tinier than I imagined.
Spoke to four different store managers along the way, all of whom swore their numbers were through the roof which made me feel better for drinking their beer and spending all my money on cabs instead of clothes.
Ended the night at IMG’s Indochine party, still in galoshes, and swooned over Daria, Lily, Julia, Iman and the Olsens (in, from what I could tell, The Row and Nicholas Kirkwood). Went home to strawberry ice cream, a huge success. Thanks Anna!