This season’s Alexander Wang show was located all the way out at Pier 94, so far that we wondered if we should have brought our passports. But every editor in town, including Carine Roitfeld and everyone who’s ever worked at Vogue, made the torturous trek, befitting Wang’s stature as designer-darling of the moment. Teen blogging-sensation-of-the-moment Tavi walked down the runway in gray hair and a turban, surrounded by a camera crew from FashionTelevision and a man who looked like a producer. “Go talk to her, she’s a supporter,” the man said, gesturing to Diane von Furstenberg. Tavi approached the great DVF, looking a bit queasy, and we can’t say we blame her. We almost stepped on DVF’s toes trying to get to our seats and very nearly threw up from the shame ourselves. But it certainly looked like the kid got a successful interview. All we know is, Tavi has a way better set-up than we did when we were thirteen and had to make extra scratch by babysitting.
Tavi’s gig probably also outpaces the teenage job of Mary Alice Stevenson, who we had to squeeze by on the way to our seats. “Worst job I ever had?” a very nicely turned-out Mary Alice wondered to a reporter. “When I was thirteen, I was the world’s youngest Avon lady.” Teen Avon lady might not be as high profile as front row at Alexander Wang — where Tavi eventually took her seat — but you know the free samples were better.