Creative Director Francisco Costa alongside Diane Kruger, Emma Stone and Amy Adams.

We love the clean lines and abstract nature of Francisco Costa’s designs for Calvin Klein Collection. Of Brazilian descent, he has an unmatchable talent for creating wearable art that is minimal and wearable—perhaps the only one who provides a Parisian level of artistic thrills in New York.

We had some time to spare before the show began—a departure from our general habit of sprinting four blocks and arriving sweaty and out of breath at the last minute. We left our seat-mates Bianca Jagger, Julie Macklowe and Kelly Klein, to name a few, to explore the front rows.

Amy Adams, Diane Kruger, Emma Stone and photographer Patrick Demarchelier were all present, but our vigilant eyes sought out someone less obvious: W Magazine’s Fashion and Style Director, Edward Enninful.

“What are some of the highlights for you?” The Observer asked.

"September is the January of fashion," said Edward Enniful, who was flanked by Hollywood's hottest.

“Oh my goodness, there have been a couple of really great shows. I really enjoyed Proenza [Schouler]. I really enjoyed Rodarte, Marc Jacobs,” he replied, browsing the endless catalog of styles he had presumably witnessed in the past week; an unbearable fashion overload, it seems.

“How have you enjoyed W and growing there?” we carried on.

“With a great team, there is so much freedom ... It kinda of encourages you to do the best you can. We’re having a ball!” Mr. Enninful told The Observer.

Indeed, but is the ball worthwhile, we wanted to know. “Why is fashion week so important for stylists?”

“It’s like the Oscars of fashion. It’s like a get-together on one hand, and you decide how the whole year is going to be, how the whole season is going to be mapped out. September is the January of fashion.”

Well put. We bid adieu to Mr. Enniful, who was off to London in a few hours for more style and mayhem.

There was a sense of powerful austerity and dark romance for spring 2013, and it delivered a bold, physical (read: sexualized) reaction. There is a curiosity to the clothing, one that our fashion eyes could not decipher. Chiaroscuro, cinched waists and overemphasized busts, and innovative fabrics captured the fashion frenzy’s weary attention. The looks featured interesting moiré appearances, glossy leathers layered over tranquil matte crepes and cotton voiles in muted black, reed and cream colors. It highlighted a richness that was not opulently crass.

Looks from the spring 2013 collection.

A novice would have likened the proportions of several dresses to rolls of toilet paper under silk or waxed netting over a cage, but such individuals shouldn’t even be permitted to grace a Calvin Klein Collection boutique.

To end with a bang is no small feat after innumerable ready-to-wear collections of relatively unmoving, routinely practical and safe proportions. American’s sportswear isn’t in a rut; it just is what it is. How lucky we are to have Calvin Klein’s Mr. Costa. We don’t have any callous commentary, just rare bliss, which sadly ended the moment we exited onto ghastly, repulsive 39th Street.

Wu…) It was a scene! KCD danced around St. John's Center with their iPads ensuring that everyone was seated appropriately. Bryan Boy that means row two for you! Next to Princess Keltner de Valle… Starlets were refreshingly missing this season, but we had plenty of downtown fixtures and editor-in-chiefs to satiate our chic palate: Amy Fine Collins, Brad Goreski (irresistibly cute if he hadn't cried on that dreadful Rachel Zoe show… get some balls darlin'!), model Coco Rocha, Gagosian's babe Shala Monroque, LRP, Poppy, a ravishing Joanna Cole, Bazaar's Glenda Bailey, and Lincoln Center powerhouse Stephanie Winston Wilkoff. W magazine's Italiani, Tonchi and Battaglia, beamed inexplicably… Do you have Edward Enninful locked in a closet? We have yet to see him!

Alas, Michelle Obama remained in D.C. (or elsewhere…) If Americans weren't so cheap, she could feel free to grace our peacock parade and bestow admiration on the designers she rightfully adores, like Bruni-Sarkozy at Dior. Humph!

Now for the clothes: Thundering music commenced, followed by a hiss of smoke-- we love drama-- before Wu's fortress-like red doors opened to his Forbidden City. Chinese glamour, Marlene Dietrich (à la Peter Som! She lives on!), and the Qing Dynasty received inspirational credit. Wu's feminine warriors marched intensely through the fog in such exquisitely constructed and decadent couture that we actually noticed the clothes! Militant green quilted fox-embellished wool vests, black/gold Qing brocade, and an amazing cascading red Shantung fan lace drape dress, were highlights.

"I thought this Wu Warrior was very glamoress--sexy, edgy… There was a masculine side to the collection, which was interesting for Jason, because usually Jason is girly and feminine. I though there was a lot of power. Red is a power color. Maybe he was inspired by Lady Obama wearing his clothes! I am women! I am powerful! I am sexy. I think it was a very sellable collection…The fur on the arm is gorgeous!" commented sweetie Mary Alice Stephenson. So true...