You Are What You Wear

Happy Fashion Week!  For at least one week every few months, New York city is overrun with gazelle-like models and their stampeding hordes of flashing cameras.  Okay, more overrun than usual.  And only one of those cameras is mine, and it's not even the one with the telephoto lens.  Of course, sometimes, you find the models back in their natural habitat - in store windows, like this one.  Occasionally with cameras of their own.

Cuddles and I rang in the start of Fashion Week with a visit to Piperlime's "pop-up" store.  I have no idea what that means, but it was a pretty cute set-up.

We quickly lost interest in actually shopping when we realized that there was a contest going on.  ("Oh boy!  A contest!!")  The mission was to put together the best outfit for a blind date, in order to win a prize.  We abandoned any attempt at being "cool" (eh, we weren't that attached to that concept anyway) and raced around the store like little girls playing dress up.  At one point, in a moment of blind, outfitting abandon, I think I actually snatched a necklace out of a potential customer's hand.  I did, however, smile apologetically and explain, "There's a contest."

This is Cuddles putting the final touches on our outfit entry while the salesgirl/judge looks on approvingly.  Next stop?  Project Runway, my friends.

I wasn't done with my Fashion Week fun quite yet.  I also dragged Sarni to Fashion's Night Out (the main words used in my cajoling spiel were "drinks", "food", and "pretty pretty models").  It turned out to be a lot of fun!  Sarni and I implemented an ingenious 5-minute rule - that is, we didn't go into any store that had a line longer than 5 minutes.  Unfortunately, this ensured that we were pretty much in the uncool places at all times.  Never fear, bloggees!  I made sure to take photos of some of the crowds waiting to see celebs.  You're welcome.

The crowd waiting to see Rachel Zoe at Piperlime:

The crowd waiting to see Gwen Stefani at Sephora:

The crowd waiting to see Tim Gunn at Kate Spade (hmm, you can't see much of the crowd, but here's a picture of the window dressing entry that he was going to judge):

Here's a photo of Sarni (for no other reason than it will embarrass him) getting a glass of champagne at Kiki de Montparnasse.  Notice how he moved to ensure that he remains blurred out of the shot.  Sneaky Sarni.

We topped off our night by visiting the newly-opened Gansevoort on 29th and Park, the dorkier younger brother to the heavyweight Gansevoort in the meatpacking district.  I didn't get any good photos because I decided to play it cool for the rest of the night.  Or it's because Sarni said "enough with the photos, woman."  One or the other.

Soho.  On Canon Powershot.