True story:

After we learned that McDonald’s was the new “official coffee” of New York Fashion Week instead of the usual Lavazza or Starbucks, Natalie said, “So, tomorrow they’ll announce the Budweiser open bar, right?”

Which doesn’t make us snobs - it makes us really excited that the tents are turning into a giant frat party complete with cheap beer and hangover food.

Sure enough, Budweiser’s the official sponsor of Costello Tagliapietra, which is kind of the most amazing pairing ever because the boys are so burly, their clothes are so girly and their show is already kind of like a party. Oh, and also the interns will be running around in actual Budweiser tees.

So when we see Agyness drinking Bud backstage, we absolutely promise to take pictures.

Natalie: Either something’s gone horribly wrong at my Starbuck’s, or their cups got new outfits.

Britt: That’s Starbuck’s? It looks so sterile.

Natalie: I know! Why isn’t everyone talking about this?

Britt: Um, I’m off coffee, so I’m not sure. But I did hear they have a new blend so maybe they’re just coordinating? Or maybe it’s a sign they’re using more recycled paper?

Natalie: Oh. Well, I do like a monochromatic look and I’m all for recycling. But I’m kind of worried. I mean, will we still be able to recognize Mary-Kate?

Britt: Don’t worry - the white cup will be totally easy to spot in front of all the new black Balenciaga.

“Growing up in Seattle, we had coffee in our baby bottles, and to this day I relish an afternoon iced venti black from the epicenter of the garment district: the Starbucks at 39th Street and Eighth Avenue. It might as well be considered an afternoon event — an affair resplendent with flocks of local interns juggling four-drink trays and hobo bags, the guessing-game of what drink you will actually end up enjoying, and a queue that rivals that of Magnolia Bakery on a Saturday night. One would think Starbucks is cartelling Algerian hash from this outpost.” - Chris Benz on The Moment.