Sunday, September 5, 2010
Fashion's Night Out always strikes me as community service for models and designers. Not only do they have to pretend like they like us, but they have to hand out cheap trinkets with our purchases and smile graciously to get everyone amped up about spending hard earned dough. Nothing's more painful than watching someone who's ill equipped to deal with the general public, fumbling through a forced a conversation.
If I were in New York . . . I'd head straight to Opening Ceremony. They (with the help of Colette), have hands down the best FNO swag.
(Photos: Rdujour, a favorite of mine).