Show: Carolina Herrera (Almost.)
Where: The Tent; Bryant Park
Goodies: Wouldnâ€™t know. But while I hatched my plan to sneak in, a girl handed me an already chilled Atkinâ€™s shake. I decided not to be offended at any insinuations and chugged it like a champ while grabbing some Pantene freebies.
Celebs Spotted: The only one I caught making an entrance through the front was Shoshanna Lonstein. Also on hand was the requisite bevy of Botox-ed socialites, those who can and will buy Herreraâ€™s fashions the nanosecond they become available.
SheFinds Respect: Well an invite would have been nice, but hereâ€™s the trick of Fashion Week: Once youâ€™re inside Bryant Park, youâ€™re in. The Olympus Lobby is a hub of free sponsor swag, girls in ridiculous heels networking their pilates scuplted bums off while the paparazzi look look everyone up and down trying to decide if theyâ€™re worth a shot.
Sans invite I decided to the line for Herreraâ€™s show because I was sure that Renee Zellweger would be in there. (She wasnâ€™t.) While waiting I chatted up an intern from Elle and a gofer from WWD. I discovered that they had a third invitation and were waiting on a friend who overslept. Bingo! A few compliments and a gush or two about how cool their jobs must be and they offered up the invite on the condition that if she showed in time, I was out. When we finally reached the check-in table, the WWD lackey took it upon herself to explain our arrangement. Idiot. The PR rep nixed her plan, â€œClearly, all invitations are non-transferable.â€ So, I was left out in the lobby to watch on the flat screens while the two Wannabe Wintourâ€™s left because they didnâ€™t feel like standing. (As if they rated a seat at any of the shows.) Iâ€™m glad I stayed, Herreraâ€™s clothes looked great on TV. But I bet they looked even better in person. Moral of the story? Any unasked for info is TMI when dealing with stressed-to-the-max PR folks during Fashion Week. That, or never trust an intern from a glossy.
What the lucky folks inside got a peak of.