On model behavior:
Selita Ebanks, for New York magazine: "Later was Rag & Bone — we didn't get the greatest seats, which was a downer. All is well, though: I had my fiancé, Nick, with me, and I admit I was looking fierce in my Zara top."
Maggie Rizer, for Elle: "The end of my journey was a taxi ride to the Phi show. Just as I was about to get out of the taxi, the driver turned around saying 'What happened to you?' Being confused, [I asked] what he meant [and] he replied, 'You're soaking wet and your face is bright red!' It's just what you want to hear before sitting with the best dressed watching the best-dressed and professionally put-together models. So, as one would, I ducked into the closest Starbucks, threw some water on my face, gave myself a free pass and speed-walked into the show (being nearly 35 minutes late by now). No big deal: First I look like a mushroom, then questionably fully dressed, this time, a wet dog. Oh well — the show was 1,000 percent worth it!"
More from Rizer: "The Alexander Wang show is this afternoon, and I'm pretty sure I know what I'm wearing. I just can't tell if it's see-through or not? Well, the dress is pretty beautiful. Yesterday, I looked like a mushroom and today I'll be...half-dressed? No, I'd better figure this out. So, the boots in the picture above: I really, really love them. They're beautiful, supercomfortable, and make you look 12 feet tall. They're fun. A weird thing happened last night when I wore them, and I think I was mistaken for a hooker. And that's not a good thing. I had just walked outside to get a cab, and I was walking down Christopher Street (mistake #1) and this (I'll try to be as tactful as possible) disgustingly drunk, dirty, homeless man came up to me and said, 'Oh baby, if I was your man, I'd love you all night long.' Yeah, I threw up a little bit in my mouth."