It’s day seven at fashion week and the fun and festivities are almost over. Somehow I found myself in the front row of the Jeffrey Chow, three seats always from Carson Kressely (the funny one from Queer Eye for the Straight Guy) and some snotty writer for what I think was British Vogue who kept crossing his legs to the chagrin of the photographers. The most interesting part of being so close to the runway was that I was able to see the models struggle to walk down the runway in their 4-inch Christian Louboutin heels. We are not alone.
Day 7 at NYC Fashion Week
Trends: Fashionistas worldwide can let out a sigh of relief as it seems that pointed-toed shoes seemed to have gone the way of the Ugg boot (well at least for now). Watch how many podiatrists go out of business. On another note, better raid your grandma’s closet, cause the WWII army green wool is back. What is interesting it how it is paired with lux fabrics like silk. It sort of like the whole high-low (high couture- low couture) translated into fabric.
It seems that gay men have reclamied their place as the accessory of the moment for rich socialites and celebs. For several seasons, they had been replaced by children and the Hermes Birkin bag. Welcome back!
Mean Moment: Fashion week would not be complete without the queen of fashion-mean herself, Joan Rivers. Yesterday, Joan was all over the tents reporting on fashion week for the “TV Guide” network—the people who run the channel guide on cable. She looked like a cross between an Elf and a Cabbage Patch Doll.