The only thing more daunting that Fashion Week is turning out to be Fashion’s Night Out.
We’ve probably received fifteen to twenty emails per day since July telling us what’s up, who’s coming, where’s happening Thursday night and after much deliberation we’ve come up with a game plan.
Given there are really only two of us, splitting up’s the only way to cover the most ground without exhausting ourselves before the week actually even begins (and without spending all of our money before Christopher Kane hits Topshop).
I’ll run home for dinner after work which strategically puts me on Bleecker Street to start. I’ll kick off the night with Teen Vogue‘s Bleecker Street party then swing by Intermix to glimpse the Miller sisters (and to actually buy a couple of tank tops I’ll need for the week) before swinging around the corner to Rag & Bone on Christopher Street where Jessica Stam’ll be at the cash register and Guinness will flow.
Meanwhile, Abby’ll swing by Opening Ceremony before probably scooping up a $60 Proenza tote at Kirna Zabete and checking out the archival revival at Phillip Lim. Then she’ll swing by Odin to see how the boys of New York are reacting to Fashion’s Night Out.
Then we’ll join forces and tweet tweet our way through Lord & Taylor for Lauren Santo Domingo/Caroline Palmer’s media lounge before running to Bergdorf to see Andre’s live action game-whatever-thing. Then it’s over to Madison by 8:30 for the Barney’s and Justin Bond’s Rodarte hosted performance.
And finally, we’ll run back downtown and end the night at Brad Goreski and Derek Blasberg’s party in celebration of Vogue‘s Alumni at Bellhaus.