Horyn: "Last night I bolted out of the L.A.M.B. show, nearly knocking over the publicist Paul Wilmot. Sorry, Paul. If ever there was a reason for a pop star to concentrate on her vocal skills, it was Gwen Stefani's fashion meltdown. Among the words I wrote in my notebook, until my pen came to a stop, were 'blob,' 'very last season,' 'bad secretary,' 'astonishingly bad' and 'Ditzville.' I'm amazed — now — I had that much to say."
The Fug Girls, for New York magazine: "Marchesa designers Keren Craig and Georgina Chapman were marked for second-row seats [at Jennifer Lopez's show], but were able to plop down in the front row. One photographer even whispered, 'Hey, that's the chick that's dating that guy!'"
On door policies:
Fug Girls: "We were loitering outside Calvin Klein, doing our usual 'are we in the right line?' dance along with everyone else, when things got a little exciting. Anna Wintour stopped...and looked right at us. And gestured! And then we realized that she was not, in fact, giving one of her henchmen the high sign to take us out once and for all, nor was she calling us over to tell us that she just loves our shoes — but rather that she was pulling a Vogue staffer standing near us out of line to come inside with her. We're pretty sure our hearts will start beating again any minute now."
On downtime during shows:
Givhan, on visiting the new Saks Fifth Avenue shoe department during the two-day taxi strike: "And how smart were those Saks folks to invite over a bunch of fashion editors, ply them with alcohol and then let them loose in the shoe salon? Oh yeah, a spectacular pair of Chloé pumps in chocolate brown had my name all over them. So what if they had a 4-inch heel. The taxi strike ends on Friday!"
On sound check: