It's those little surprises that make it all worthwhile, and I'm speaking of both parties and real life. For me, those welcome moments summed up my experience navigating New York Fashion Week's party scene this season.
[W]e broke out a decibel reader and traveled around the city to see just how loud restaurants really are (we hope we didn't suffer any lasting damage ...
Tuesday's big money shindig went down at the brand new Mondrian SoHo hotel. The event's climax was the "money drop" from the Garden Room ceiling, when real dollar bills, drink tickets and fake Kanye cash rained down on the crowd.
It's the holiday season, and you may not know that under all the puff and down we New Yorkers wear outside, there's a lot of slink. It's like the North Pole under Sharia Law -- with me, anyway.
I was raised a good old fashioned Christian. But, alas, living in New York has converted me into a faithful follower of two other religions: Fashion and Food.
This was an extraordinary night, featuring a mix of glittering celebs and reporters. Liev Schrieber and Naomi Watts canoodled in a booth; a pregnant Padma Lakshmi snapped photos of friends.