Donatella Hates Flats, Tinsley Loves Donatella’s TouchIt wouldn’t be Fashion Week if the Europeans weren’t descending to promote something or pick up an award or simply swan about, then disappearing just as quickly as they’d come. Following in the wake of the Alber Elbaz’s New York flyby was Donatella Versace, who somehow managed to get Mischa Barton and Demi Moore to take time off from their busy showgoing schedules to pop into Versace flagship earlier this week, hitting the private sixth-floor space for Versace’s luncheon. The event was held in honor of Versace’s HIT bag, a hot leather number that was Donatella’s favorite from this year’s line, and the fashion house’s first ever Official “It” Bag. (Guess they’ve learned from Balenciaga that if you name something the most awesome bag of the season, the orders will simply come.)
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We Would Give Anything to Fug Clive OwenTurns out there’s something to be said for making a late entrance. In the past, we may have called Demi Moore a drama queen for swooping into a front-row seat at the very last possible minute, but at this morning’s Miss Sixty show, when she tried to take her place at a reasonable hour, the photographers swarmed like sharks after chum.
Choking Down a Media SandwichThe crescendo of our Fashion Week celebrity-spotting started slowly with Kristin Cavallari, built with Kristen Bell and Mischa Barton sightings at every turn, and peaked on our final night in New York at the packed Zac Posen show.
Starry Night at Marc Jacobs After-PartyWith elbow space and oxygen in short supply (but booze flowing for miles) at the jam-packed Marc Jacobs after-party Monday night, everybody’s celebrity radars went on overdrive — with some woefully inaccurate results.
“Dude,” a guy whispered, pointing to us — yes, us — as we side-stepped past them with difficulty. “She was totally on Leno the other night, but with a way different hair color.”
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Marc Jacobs: Totally Worth the WaitWaiting to get into the Marc Jacobs show at the Armory tonight was like lining up for the new Star Wars, except with fashionistas instead of geeks. But the wait and the attendant fear that we were all about to be killed in the unholy, disorganized crush of humanity was worth it, because this was the premiere celeb spotting event of our lives.
The Raconteurs Rock PradaIt was a battle to get through the door for the Raconteurs’ private concert at the Prada Epicenter in Soho.