Well, it's Fashion Week time again, and we're posting this from the pink-carpeted Moet & Chandon lounge in the tents. You may think our lives are not hard, but they don't start serving champers until after 7. It's practically unendurable!
We don't get invited to all the fabulous shows, nor do we feel we deserve to be. We're wearing J.Crew, for God's sake. But we have seen some, starting with the Perry Ellis show yesterday. Remember Perry Ellis? You'd go to Macy's in your teen years to shop with your mom, you'd see the Perry Ellis section, the clothes would look cool from afar, and then when you got closer you realized that they were not actually wearable by anyone, even the store mannequins?
That's sort of how the show was. Even the models, hot as they were, didn't quite fit into the drab clothes. But there was one model, Paco (pictured above - though we're not 100% confident that this is his name), who nearly sent us into a cardiac aneurism. We think our fashion editor friend Colin B. said it best: "I could watch Paco walk away from me all day long."
When people say that to us, it's never a compliment.