FASHION Magazine

Can’t stop stalking Paris Vogue editor (can’t figure out what her name is!?!) in black silk satin YSL jumpsuit and gorgeous but painful looking black satin pumps (Miu Miu),  Fabien Baron with his big big brain: The redesign of Interview mag makes my toes curl with ecstasy!

By Tammy Eckenswiller

Nothing cures a hangover like a shot of strong American sportif, with models thumping the runway to “Our Lips are Sealed” by the Go-Go’s and the Beach Boys’ “Good Vibrations.” Thank you, Michael Kors! You rock in that delicious, crisp, sharp, sexy, polished way that is undeniable eye candy. I definitely want one of the glossy visor hats to replace my silly, big black Ellen Christine straw hat. (It looks positively old fashioned next to your futuristic nautical, rich bitch version.) Mr. Kors hit it home with a strong collection of nautical-inspired looks—very Deauville-meets-Nantucket. I scanned the faces of the models I saw at the Prada party the night before to see who was heavy-lidded too, but they all looked fresh as daisies, bitches.

By Tammy Eckenswiller

Just left the Prada party after a couple of cocktails on a relatively empty stomach and I am feelin’ funky and ready to spill the beans! Not to start back-to-front, but it seems fitting: The Prada party is a regular fete at the SoHo store during New York Fashion Week and the usual hangers-on were there, along with Leighton Meester from Gossip Girl and  models Jessica Stam and Cassie to name a few. I was so starving (pouring rain in NY equals triple the time to get from one show to another equals no time to grab any kind of sustenance) that I chased down the boys with canapés like they were Chanel bags at a sample sale.

By Jordan Porter

My first NYC fashion week starts off with some serious star sightings. Making the Toronto to NYC trek on Porter, I sat beside Diane Kruger who was met at the airport by her long-time beau Joshua Jackson. In what felt like the blink of an eye, I was racing off the plane and into the city to take my seat at the most anticipated show of NY fashion week:  Marc Jacobs. Squeezing my way between the paps’ flashing bulbs and Kelly Osborne, Nicole Richie (looking beautiful by the way) and Helena Christensen, I found my seat…yes an actual seat at the hottest ticket in town!! Waiting for the crowds to settle down I caught glimpses of Anna Wintour, Diane von Furstenberg and Rachel Zoe in a floor-length aubergine gown—such excitement for a little NY fashion newbie!! And then the show starts…

By Tammy Eckenswiller

Catherine Malandrino celebrated her 10th anniversary with a pretty collection of her usual artsy, embellishments and a lovely statue of liberty motif on a pale taupe sheath. Jill Stuart showed pretty chiffon and organza confections, dresses that were perhaps a bit too sweet until she switched gears and added sporty stretch leggings and a jumpsuit to the collection.

By Tammy Eckenswiller

For me, Fashion Week kicked off with BCBG Max Azria: Nice, fluffy jumpsuits and sexy dresses with a decidedly ’90s minimalist vibe served to confuse me as  I tried to sport some of my hot new fall purchases while sweating profusely in the muggy NY heat! I hate to look at spring collections when it’s so damn hot. It just doesn’t make sense. It needs to be cold so I have something to look forward to!