Ever gone to a fancy-schmancy book party for Sudanese supermodel, Alek Wek? Well, yesterday we crashed Wek’s downtown bash at Socialista to find out what happens when 300 or so fashion snobs stop being polite…and start getting real ridiculously drunk on Mojitos.
And we weren’t disappointed! While we explored the cramped two-floor event space and downed champagne in a sincere—and selfless—effort at fitting in, we spied on various washed-up reality stars and ran into our old friend Patrick Huguenin from the NYDN (whom, we’re told, “screeched with joy” at the arrival of fashion icon, Diane von Furstenberg) as well as the lovely Jennifer Barton (newbie associate editor for Fashion Week Daily) who shamed/intimidated us with her tres chic accessories such as a “working tape recorder,” a “ballpoint pen” and a “standard reporter’s notebook.”
Fortunately, we were able to flag down just enough mango margaritas to keep from blowing our cover, and even managed to jot down a few extremely astute observations. Our fuzzy, morning-after revelations, after the jump.
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What started as “some lights fell” to “she needed 30 stitches” is now “girl is suing!”
When Diane Von Furstenberg’s Sept. 11 Fashion Week show turned into a mini-9/11 when a bank of lights fell from the ceiling and crashed down on the runway, you knew there were going to be some repercussions for the designer, if only a PR blow.
Among those sliced was Cosmopolitan staffer Karen Hanes Larrain, who headed to the ER instead of the after party to get sewn with 30 stitches and recover from a concussion.
And while DVF and hubby Barry Diller followed her to the ER and offered to pay Larrain’s medical bills, now the fashion editor is looking for a bigger payday.
She’s filed suit against DVF, asking for unspecified damages to cover her medical bills as well as her pain and suffering. Though as of yet, nobody’s filed suit against Calvin Klein for his show, which was hot enough to cause plenty of pain and sweltering.
Fashion tragedy! No, not Paris Hilton’s uber-rehearesed pout to open the Pret a PSP “fashion show” Saturday night (which was, uh, live blogged), but the light fixture that came crashing down at Diane Von Furstenberg’s runway finale at her Manhattan studio.
The shattered glass sent editors scrambling for lackeys, guests scrambling for gift bags and models scrambling for protective body fat. One man ended up heading to the hospital after the falling light fixture scored him cuts on his face, but every one else in attendance left relatively unharmed.
And we can all thank Alek Wek, who simply leaned over and carried everyone to safety on the stilts she calls legs.