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Thursday, February 19, 2009

Sick Day

The Citizens Band's Sarah Sophie Flicker...

Most of my Fashion Week plans have been dashed by my consumptive, pneumonic, bubonic plague-like scourge that I can't seem to shake. I was really heartbroken to miss Thakoon. He is so sweet and his clothes make me happy—and anyone who dresses Michelle Obama is a superstar in my book. But I did hobble out to a few things I wouldn't dare miss!

One of those was Rodarte. Not just because I love Kate and Laura so much, but because their shows are truly works of art. I love the fact that those girls are so smart and pull their inspiration from places that, in the abstract, don't always make sense, but then you see the clothes and it all comes together. Their shows are also wonderful because everyone there is actually excited. There is always an air of community and happiness to see what the sisters have come up with—and this time they didn't disappoint! The show was very strong and a little Frankenstein-y, but when you saw the clothes up close, they were so intricate, delicate and painstakingly perfect yet so wearable. I felt transported to another world, like you do at the symphony or opera—when it's over you feel like you've been on a journey to far-off fantastic places.


I was meant to go to a lot of events that night, but my health and a babysitting crisis forced me to get real. The 6-9 pm time slot is no friend to a new mom, so I went over to Kim Hastreiter's place with a few girlfriends after putting my little rascal to bed. The dinner was for Diesel's Renzo Rosso. As always, Kim's apartment was aglow with a super cozy family feeling. Kim is really my art mom. She an important supporter of artists and has the most magical ability to introduce you to exactly who you should know. The place was packed: Mr. Mickey, Threeasfour, Michael Stipe, Thomas Dozol and so many other people I love—and incredible food. Kim always has something for us boring vegetarians, which I appreciate more than she will ever know.

Then we went to the Rodarte after-party. That was a real family affair too. It was at a great bar called The White Slab Palace, which, oddly, serves Aquavit. I'm Danish and don't see that a lot, probably because it tastes horrible, but it still made me happy. The party was a low-key kind of place, with great music, great conversation, a little debauchery—the perfect antidote to the normal uptight, un-fun after-party.

See, you gotta look for the silver lining. In this economic downturn Fashion Week has felt a lot less stuffy and a lot more free-wheeling and community-oriented. Times like this force us to be creative, to look for new ways of doing things and talk about things we don't normally share. This has all left me feeling really inspired and ready to create—by hook or by crook!

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