The Observer had a mix-up… just a hiccup, if you will. Somehow in the chaos of Prabal, meeting deadline, and chatting with Wes Gordon, we completely neglected our front-row seat at Hervé Léger. Now say what you will! No, we haven’t the foggiest idea who Harley Viera Newton is—or care to be seated even remotely near Tinsley Mortimer. But we cherish the talented Kristin Chenoweth, who ravished in a steel bandeau at the show. Beverly Johnson would have been fun to chat with too! Alas, no point in dwelling on the matter, we missed it.
For winter 2012, Max Azria and Co. gave their bandage dresses a gladiator edge with leather and fur accents. Except don’t be fooled—you’ll still have to watch what you eat to squeeze into one of these $1,000 designs. But if you do, your chances of getting laid are increased fourfold (by our rough calculations)!
Later that evening, the Max Azria lot invaded Meatpacking dinner den, Anja (formerly known as Buddha Bar), for cocktails and a seated dinner. Celebrity DJ Solange Knowles, at the turn tables, served as a marvelous dessert! (And yes, she did play plenty of Whitney).
Images: Getty and Patrick McMullan.
