The heat had everyone complaining, continuing one of the major trends of New York Fashion Week: moans about the weather (barely nipping gripes about the traffic). "Thank goodness I dressed appropriately — sort of," said Lisa Airan as she squeezed through the crowd of models, business types, journalists and the occasional celebrity, such as Ashley Olsen, Claire Danes, Lara Flynn Boyle, Scott Weiland and actors whose faces you knew but whose names you couldn't quite recall. Airan was referring to her pale, knee-length J. Mendel dress with a plunging neckline. And if she wasn't cool in that barely there outfit, how could anyone else be? But at least some retained their sense of humor. "Whatever happened to ‘don't ever let 'em see you sweat?'" joked a damp Men's Health editor in chief David Zinczenko.
Olsen, meanwhile, maintained her sangfroid as she sat somewhat morosely with friends at a table. "I wasn't going to go to any shows," she said, after initially waving off any questions. "But then I decided at the last minute that I wanted to go to Calvin."
As guests sipped Taittinger champagne and nibbled on Lure Fish Bar's tiny treats, the vibe seemed right out of a Nineties nightclub, complete with backlit bars, pounding music, crammed-in sweaty bodies, bouncers behind a velvet rope and even cigarette smoking inside. People searched for the coolest spot in the room, gathering with faces raised under a ceiling air conditioning unit that was puffing out air like an exhausted marathoner. Outside, taxis seemed to be on a perennial resupply run, disgorging more cases of water, soft drinks and alcohol every 20 minutes. Guests heaved sighs of relief as they left, but not everyone was quite so happy. Any good nightclub bash requires at least one fracas, and Calvin Klein designer Francisco Costa took it upon himself to calm down an irate man who threatened to cause a scene outside. "What do you want?" Costa asked him kindly. "What can we do?"