Betsey Johnson didn't hold a presentation at the Plaza yesterday; she threw a rager in the lobby. The designer's apparently redesigning Eloise's room at the hotel and thought the elegant setting would contrast nicely with her punk rock clothes. Models - boys, girls, Georgia May Jagger - threw down on stage, chugging champagne from pink labeled bottles in their sequin dresses, tulle headdresses and nipped in suits. There was pink and pink and some lime green and more pink. The boys wore tie dyed tank tops and skinny jeans and sunglasses and everyone danced to Ida Maria, performing on a side stage. I'd have loved to stay and party all night but it was day five and I had four shows left to go, so I snagged a couple of chocolate covered strawberries from the pink feast and danced my way out.
Fashion Week Scoreboard: Betsey Johnson
I'm not at a sports bar. I'm not eating buffalo wings. It's a Tuesday night and there are no sports to watch (unless you count dance moms, which I'm DVRing). So I've given in and I am AT FASHION WEEK, LIVE!! And I have news for you--it's a shit show. No, really. We're outside Betsey Johnson and this place is out of control.