Recovering from our post-Valentine’s hangover (yes, we have indeed lived to regret that midnight Maison du Chocolat binge), we head back to Lincoln Center, the epicenter of today;’s actoities, arriving jsut in time for the massive cavalcade that is the Michael Kors show, where we’ll enjoy the celeb-heavy scene as much as the frocks. After an extended lunch at the Plaza, we’ll check out the Marchesa show, making sure to give Harvey Weinstein’s wide girth a wide berth. There’s nothing worse than an angry producer at a fashion show! We’ll round out the day with our beloved Anna Sui, that enduring glam rock genius. Where will the night take us? We’ll just have to see. But will it involve designers, Champagne, loud music, models and that breed of anorexic irreverence found at Fashion Week alobe? Yes, most definitely yes!
