Best Week Ever
September 22nd, 2006 by Katie
Who had the best week ever? No, not Justin Timberlake. This September, Manhattan brought sexy back. The city became a magnet for anybody with fashion, music or sporting sense. This is the month you can’t believe that you don’t live here and the month that I can’t believe I do. The 2006 US Open powered through fall showers, Olympus Fashion Week revealed Spring dos and don’ts on the runway and the beats at the MTV VMAs could be heard from Radio City to Rockefeller Center.
I had this epiphany when sitting at Barbuto’s bar/restaurant - think jeans, heels and pinot grigio - located at Washington and W. 12th (aka Never Land because the roads in the village are so f’ed). Barbutos is attached to the studio where Annie Leibovitz and company were shooting and I tried to catch a glimpse of these and more celebs in-town for business and pleasure. My stare wandered as I approached my 3rd bucket - I mean glass - of wine, so I started my venture home to the east side.
On the way, I followed thirty-something women in 3″ heels and tights, to the mecca they had been searching for. The Olympus Fashion Week tent was lit up like Chrismas (yes, a fierce Chrismas). Escalade limos rolled in front of the Bryant Park hotel and I felt like the C-list celeb that I am as I strutted over the red carpet that led into the A-list palace. The Betsey Johnson show was sweet and chic, just like her line. Polka dots and high-waisted cuts compelled the crowd to smile and cheer - or maybe it was the cupcakes - but still.
If you don’t already want to hitch-hike to NYC and crash in a hostel next September, dare I go on? Nine words - Federer vs. Roddick at USTA Billie Jean King stadium.
So, pack it up and ship it out. I’ll see you Sept. ‘07.