Random Fashion Week Thoughts
This morning, I actually missed my first show. I just zoned out on the D-train and instead of getting off at 42nd street, I chilled until I got to 34th.
This place is officially a zoo as everybody and their mama try to get in the shows. My hat goes off to the black suited security guards that keep the people here organized. As I type this in the tents, I'm watching a bunch of people try to get into the Carlos Miele show. They don't h ave seating assignments, which around here are golden because they allow folks to walk right into the show. So they must wait until all the seated people are down and then they will fill in standing.
I tell you.
This place is all about who you know and even the people who know people can't get where they need to be.
In other news, I had lunch this afternoon with Tom Marotta, vice president of designer collections at Saks Fifth Avenue in Bala Cynwd. We sat in the Bryant Park hotel and noshed on salad. I had a banana split for desert. All of this is a far cry from the bagels and cream cheese I've been eating for breakfast and lunch as I write on deadline.
If Tom has his way with the buying Philadelphia socialites will be really happy next spring. wink. wink.
I'm gonna have to wean myself from carbs when this is all over.
Next Carmen Marc Valvo, Vivenne Tam and Anna Sui.