New York Report II: Fashion’s Night Out 10 Sept 2010
New York was crazy last night! Even if you chose to stay in your hotel room and live vicariously through the Twitter/blogger spheres (which my exhausted feet tell me I didn’t) the sheer range of events and the numbers of people involved would be truly staggering. From Iggy Pop on stage at the POP (geddit?) party at Don Hill’s, to Karen Elson at Balenciaga to the roadblocked Opening Ceremony French-themed fleamarket at the Ace hotel and various downtown block parties, Manhattan was gridlocked with fashion people schlepping from hotspot to hotspot across the island.
My personal experience was a mix of hits and misses: next year I will come much more prepared with a strict schedule that doesn’t rely so much on scarce taxis.
Highlight for me was the Opening Ceremony event at the Ace hotel (where I happened to be staying). Taking a ‘vs France’ theme, the hotel lobby was taken over by all things Francais, sailor boys distributed berets and fake moustaches, a female DJ spun tunes dressed in vintage Gaultier and collaborations included Cacharel, Keds and Patrik Ervell. Being on my doorstep, this was the perfect opportunity to shop without fear of losing purchases in the throng as I could leave them in my bijou room en route to more fun.
My eyes lighted on a pair of toile de jouy print Keds almost on entering the party, and I managed to bag the very last pair of mens’s size 10s.
My second purchase was pre-Tweeted by Opening Ceremony themselves: Patrik Ervell’s special collection of military-themed knitwear in baby alpaca. Mr Ervell is one of my favourite New York designers and I’m delighted with my scarf, a subtle way to introduce an element of military into my winter wardrobe in a truly luxurious fabric.
I then made an ill-judged attempt to reach E.Tautz’s trunk display at Barney’s. After some stomach-lining wonton noodle soup at Mooncake Foods, my journey started by subway and ended in a taxi gridlocked against Central Park. Alas, I arrived to find the trunk closed, Patrick making a weary exit and only a late-arriving Henry Holland to fete the proceedings.
Heading back downtown, I focused on the Oak-sponsored block party on Bond Street. One of the most directional stores in New York, especially for menswear, Oak’s dark aesthetic was perfectly realised in series of black Gotham-esque tents featuring such delights as a temporary tattoo parlour and a ‘win a bottle of Sake’ hoopla stall. Downtown hipsters sprawled in the kerb, laden down with Oak goody bags, and sipping Below 42 cocktails being freely distributed from another party stop along the street. Sadly, my jaunt uptown cost me the Acne Studios party and popping into UNIS to meet designer/owner Eunice, for whom I’d left a card earlier in the day.
After fighting my way back into the Ace, (Kanye had just arrived apparently) I baled on the after-party at Soho Grand being just too weary to face another taxi encounter or having to fight to get into a hotel I’m not even staying in.
Next year New York, I will be back armed with stronger willpower, actual show invites and a walking map linking all of my intended destinations.