Oscar De La Renta showed his resort collection this morning. On Park Avenue, naturally, in a pretty small, light room with an organ at the end of the runway and a balcony wrapping around. Vogue took up three rows - Andre Leon Talley wore a dusty pink alligator trench, at least two girls rocked Ann Demeulemeester's brown lace-up sandals, one lounged in Alex Wang's grey sweatpants and when Anna tried to sit down Bee squealed, "Mom, that's my seat!" to which Anna laughed and promptly switched to her proper seat beside Grace Coddington. The first half of the collection - white and navy boucle tweed suits, shifts, newsboy - screamed Chanel, especially when set to French tunes. The fantastical cocktail dresses built from lace, jewels and what looked like a fabric interpretation of chocolate shavings are exactly what we'd wear if we decided to be a lady who lunched for Halloween (if the costume came with a check). Karlie opened and closed the show while Aminata, Daiane, Kasia, Hanne, Arlenis, Liu and Ubah also walked. I couldn't help but think of all the nasty comments Oscar's made regarding the First Lady's fashion choices and wonder if this was him desperately trying to land in her closet. Meanwhile, we just heard Vogue has swine flu. Great. My morning just got significantly less glamorous.