For us, Fashion's Night Out felt like a college Welcome
Week for the shopping set—droves of chicsters congregated in boutiques
everywhere, spilling out into the streets. The excitement was contagious, and though we're way too young to remember it, we hear it was like the night the Rangers won the
Stanley Cup in 1994.
Downtown, a hip crowd cluttered Howard Street's Opening Ceremony
and also took over Bond Street. At Oak, April 77 jeans were custom-studded and
bought (BOUGHT! Selling out like crazy!). Across the street at Daryl K
revelers sipped caiparinas, and next door, at Belhaus, the Vogue Alumni House
was packed as partiers peeped at spring wares from Hester and Duskin.
West 14th Street felt more carnivalesque. To wit, Alexander McQueen had sideshow act
It Girl Tallulah Harlech preening in the window while staff at Stella
McCartney served veggie pizza on the streets. Moschino's psychic readings by
Sabrina were most entertaining: a marriage proposal and two kids is in the
near future for one of us! Who knew?!
Uptown, Versace buzzed like a swarm of bees. And at Barneys, Isabel and Ruben
Toledo were signing books (which quickly sold out), while the line to meet Kate
Mulleavy of Rodarte stretched from the women's side of the store all the way
to the men's department! The energy was incredible, just the thing to get everyone back into full-on shopper-mode. Certainly worked for us! Let's just say our credit cards got as much exercise as our tired legs.
