This year's CFDA Awards were all about levity and brevity—hallelujah! Which left more time for the nominees and their coteries to hoof it downtown to Calvin Klein's after-party atop the new High Line, then on to the new Ballroom of the Jane Hotel for the after-after-party, hosted by Black Frame and Opening Ceremony. Besides, the winners were known long ago through the CFDA grapevine, which apparently is real.
If the CFDA Awards are the Oscars of fashion, then the Rodarte girls are its Anna Paquin. Young and uncorrupted, the sisters and winners of the top prize arrived at the Jane to throngs of well-wishers, including Julie Gilhart, Julia Restoin Roitfeld and the Ballroom's masterminds, Carlos Quirarte and Matt Kliegman, who plan to start weekly events—think bingo night. When we caught up with Laura Mulleavy later, all she could produce were exclamation points: "Shocked!" "Dumbfounded!" But will the award change anything for them? Refreshingly, "No way!"
Managing a costume change en route, Swarovski award winner Alexander Wang showed up in a torn white tee. "I always have a back-up in the car," he explained, before Terence Koh crashed into us and swiped a drink right from our grips, saying, "I have no taste!" That's why we love you, Terence. Meanwhile, Robert Geller filled us in on his new men's T-shirt line called Seconds—but not just any tee line, expect lots of bespoke-y details—and Subversive Jewelry's Justin Giunta, who won the Swarovski award for accessories, showed us his trophy, which must have weighed twenty pounds!
All the while, the CFDA caravan streamed in: accessories winners Jack McCollough and Lazaro Hernandez of Proenza Schouler, men's winner Scott Sternberg of Band of Outsiders (who tied with Calvin Klein's Italo Zucchelli), Thakoon Panichgul and Patrik Ervell. Swarovski men's winner Tim Hamilton said something funny to us, but, um, we forgot what it was. Congrats anyway, Tim.
Fittingly for the former Jane Street Theater, where Hedwig and the Angry Inch debuted, we bumped into our dear old friend Justin Bond (aka Kiki, of Kiki and Herb). Refreshed after months of traveling, he was giddy about a shoot today, styled in Rodarte by the Mulleavy sisters themselves. We gabbed forever, bitched about Obama and his questionably anti-gay actions of late, compared ourselves to the antiquated disco ball in the center of the room (belonging to Sean MacPherson for 25 years) and felt relieved we didn't share Anne Slowey's early-morning fate—to give an inspirational speech to schoolchildren.
And now for two blindies: Which muse kept disappearing to the bathroom with her suitors for lines of the non-apparel kind? And which nominee was genuinely miffed about losing? All this person could say was, "This was supposed to be my time."