Fashion's Night Out, despite sounding grammatically incorrect when spoken, is a hugely successful idea. There's amazing talent and food and some decent freebies, but for the most part it encourages pretty people to dress up, buy stuff, and stop traffic. We heard reports that SoHo was like a parking lot last night; a guy skateboarding with a ghettoblaster (no doubt part of the evening's festivities) was going faster than my friend's taxi on Spring. My station for the evening, the West Village, had backups of its own, but more on that later.
|Even the hair had to wait in line at Louboutin|
For all its achievements, however, FNO is a lot like New Year's Eve. Another awkward possessive, yes, but it's also invariably a let-down. A night where you walk around in uncomfortable shoes from place to place, wait in line for hours of your life you'll never get back while taller people are let in right in front of you, and all to get into some crowded room where the cocktails are watery and you just can't seem to get served a glass of champagne. More »