If the blogosphere held a fashion show (Coco Chanel‘s rolling in her grave at the thought), FBNY wouldn’t win. We wear ripped hooded sweatshirts, ill-fitting blazers and (gasp) khakis. However, when someone says “We’re going to a little party with our friend Marc Jacobs after this,” we’re appropriately impressed. Last night, the crowd gathered at Mr. Chow for a dinner celebrating the fifth anniversary of Fashion Week staple The Daily uttered phrases such as this constantly. (Our personal favorite: “Sometimes there’s nothing like old Dolces.”)
After the requisite cocktail hour, we sat down for dinner across from two members of The Daily sales team, Louis Sarmiento and Bridget Coolick. We were briefly seated next to Catherine Malandrino until someone thought better and moved her to the table with the important people: Daily EIC Brandusa Niro (and her lawyer, Steve), Niro’s “first hire,” Jim Shi, and assorted other editors and fashion folk. The WSJ‘s Shelly Branch and Beverly Smith, who’s offering a “Harlem girl’s perspective” on the ridiculousness of Fashion Week for papermag.com, took the place of Ms. Malandrino and her assistant. We were glad; the pair was much more fun.
After the jump, we hit the after party at Saks, brush against Matthew Perry‘s peacoat and attempt to resolve the deathmatch that is Lipstick Jungle vs. Cashmere Mafia.