Fashion Week, Day 6: Wrap-Up



(NYPost)



(Papermag)

The Fug Girls covering the tents at NewYorkMag did not approve of Hetherette:

"The first bad sign was the throng of people — many waving invitations — thwarted from simply getting inside the tents, period. Egregiously, the adorable, aged, venerated photographer Bill Cunningham was outside in the freezing cold. We hope it was because he was enjoying the sight of frantic Heatherette fans desperate to get twenty steps closer to yet another line, and not because he wasn't allowed inside. Cunningham was surrounded by desperate fashionistas spinning tall tales designed to dupe security into letting them pass. As we wiggled through with our press badges, a stranger spied the security guard at our sides and grabbed us, shouting, 'When you see Phillip Bloch, tell him to call me." As if we knew him, knew Bloch, or were ever going to get anywhere near Phillip Bloch unless he was just hanging out near the coat check. Security wasn't fooled.


"...Eventually, even the PR girls in charge of seat assignments conceded defeat. One of them literally blanched, and then took off running in the opposite direction when someone approached to ask a question (We assume the question was along the lines of, 'What the hell happened to my seat?'). We never saw her again."

Rhonda Erb of Lookonline had a differing opinion:

"'Over the Rainbow' was the theme of the Fall 2007 Heatherette fashion show, but that can only begin to describe the crowd-pleasing extravaganza that took place in the tent at Bryant Park on Tuesday night. First there was the scene on the runway as celebrities like Carson Kressley, Alan Cumming, Kelly Rowland, and others made their way to their seats. Accompanying them was a random assortment of characters including someone with an oversized, irridescent, hot pink bouffant and a gentleman who remembered his top hat but forgot his pants.

"Then the real show began, everyone was provided with a pair of hot pink 3-D glasses, the better to see acrobats somersaulting on the runway to introduce Traver Rains and Richie Rich’s collection. There was a large rainbow colored scarf draped toga style, and dresses made of blue gingham tiered ruffles and what looked to be foam shaped into a bubble. Other pieces included white glow in the dark t-shirts emblazoned with quotes from the Wizard of Oz and a tasteful one-piece bathing suit in pale pink.

"The eagerly anticipated finale featured children in ballet tutus heralding the arrival of Glinda the Good Witch of the North (Amanda Lepore). Finally, Rains and Rich made their appearance escorted down the runway by Kimora Lee Simmons."



And from Simon Doonan of that salmon-colored weekly:

"Monday soir: The day’s second jolt of creativity arrived like a sledgehammer from hell. It was the celeb sighting to end all celeb sightings. Indeed, the range and breadth of front-row notables turned the Marc Jacobs show into a veritable waxworks: Rod Stewart, Lil’ Kim, Lenny Kravitz, Lee Radziwill. Other than Dr. Phil and Weird Al Yankovic, it’s hard to think of a contemporary icon who was not present.

"Then she arrived.

Voluptuous, amused, exotically fleshy, Lost star Michelle Rodriguez sauntered toward her seat wearing a pale yellow strapless chiffon cocktail dress. Her only accessory: a massive police ankle bracelet!

“'Shackle chic!' quipped my neighbor, Williamsburg musician Casey Spooner, as the stampede of yelling photogs recorded this fashion first.

"Scoop Doonan charged over to Ms. Rodriguez, notepad in hand. I toyed with congratulating Hollywood’s current bad girl on not having adopted the prevailing super-skinny look, but decided that I wanted to keep my front teeth, at least for the time being.

“'Tell me about your accessory.'

“'Ha! It’s my new punk look! Ha!' laughed the gorgeous probation violator."