Leah Chernikoff, executive editor Fashionista

A few years ago, before I was at Fashionista, I was hustling to get from Christian Siriano–which was at Bryant Park–to Alexander Wang on the West Side Highway. It was raining and I had around 10 minutes to get there and I knew I had no shot at a cab. So I did the only thing I could think to do: Pedicab. And because I knew I had to get there fast, I picked the craziest looking rider I could find–the one wearing a chain-mail vest type thing that appeared to be fashioned out of old hubcaps. “He will get me to Alex Wang on time!” I thought. So off we go and he is fast. Excellent. Only all of a sudden I’m almost ejected from my seat and my blackberry bounces off the little plastic covering I was enclosed in because of the rain. We hit a parked car. ‘Oops’ he yelled back to me. ‘Sorry, I saw a horse, I got distracted.’ You can’t make this shit up. I was fine. And I made it to Wang on time.