Thank goodness today marks the final day of New York Fashion Week, because we are in desperate need of some good old-fashioned zzz's. Once yesterday evening's shows wrapped, we headed down to Indochine to celebrate the sixth issue of The Last Magazine at the bar beneath the Lafayette Street eatery. The space was brimming with gorgeous faces--we spied former Last cover girl Anja Rubik among the revelers, as well as industry insiders like Matt Kays, Rumi Neely, and CA Creative's Alexandra Weiss--and the Kanon Organic Vodka flowed freely. Zara Zachrisson and May Kwok were on DJ duty, and it quickly became clear that the space's smoky back room housed the designated dance floor while the entryway lounge was strictly for rubbing shoulders with the genetically-blessed.
We finally made our way through the Marlboro haze--fresh copies of the glossy's latest edition in hand--and up to midtown's Lavo, where a slightly more dressed-down crowd fêted DJ duo Harley Viera-Newton and Cassie Coane's 23rd birthdays. It's a Fashion Week tradition for the tunes-spinning twosome to host a joint b-day bash, and this year's was bigger and louder than ever. In a room framed by a spinning disco ball and silver balloons spelling out the names of the girls of the hour, guests got down and swilled prosecco straight from the bottle. Many sported "Happy Birthday" tiaras, which were clearly party favors, and black Ray-Ban Wayfarers, which might as well have been. As for Harley and Cassie themselves, they were decked out for the occasion in a cinched-waist plaid frock (Christopher Kane, perhaps?) and a striped, semi-sheer black number, respectively. Talk about pattern behavior. And we couldn't help but notice that at both of the night's fiestas, the undisputed track of choice was "How Low Can You Go"--the Ludacris hit prompted partygoers to attempt perilous backbends in six-inch stilettos. Ah, fashion folk--they really are all the same!