Fashion's Night Out!

Product Development class-- 6:00pm-8:30pm every Thursday night.  Don't get me wrong, supply chain management and sourcing are important to the fashion industry, but those topics are BEYOND dry when interfering with Fashion's Night Out (no offense Professor Osborne).

Luckily, Professor Osborne (being the good guy he is) recognized he was holding a class full of distracted students hostage.  (I mean, HELLO, we ARE fashion students and of course were eager to attend the biggest celebration of fashion the world knows, especially since the festivities were being held mere blocks away.) 

We hostages were released by 7:30 pm.  Despite the fact Justin Beiber was making an appearance at Dolce and Gabbana on Madison Avenue (tempting), my roommates and I opted to explore SOHO.  Our goals were to see the infamous DJ Pauly D (Jersey Shore is a guilty pleasure of ours) and Kim Kardashian at the Kardashian's boutique, Dash, and to get a picture with the gorgeous Angels at Victoria's Secret.  

Unfortunately, we didn't meet either of our goals, but we still managed to have a fabulous night.  Our first stop was Mulberry.  The party there was awesome (for lack of a more creative adjective), complete with intricate face-painting, raffles for free handbags, and of course, free drinks.

 

 

                                        Me, Lyndsay, and Anna (my lovely roommates) at Mulberry

A few minutes after leaving Mulberry, we ran into the "Dash" crowd.  When I say crowd, I mean CROWD.  Hundreds of eager fans were huddled around the Kardashian's boutique.  We waited a long fifteen minutes among the mosh pit with hopes of catching a glance of Pauly or Kim, but we're pretty sure the best we accomplished was a glimpse of Kourtney's ponytail.  Oh well.

                                              A small fraction of the crowd outside Dash (door on left).   

 

                                                                      Having fun among the crowd :)

After our failed paparazzi effort, we came across GUESS.  Here, we found our luck.  There were beauty professionals giving free makeovers, and, PERFECT TIMING, there was no line (apparently there had been one that snaked through the store the hour before).  Needless to say, we felt like movie stars.

               

 

Finally, we made our way to Victoria's Secret (by this time, Lyndsay was super anxious).  Turns out you had to buy $60 worth of merchandise to see the models, and, of course, the line was ridiculous (emphasis on ridiculous).  So, with a disappointed Lyndsay in tow, we made our way home.

We made sure to stop at Wendy's (ya know, had to obtain the "classy and fabulous" vibe of the night) and even made it home in time to watch MTV's re-run of that night's new Jersey Shore. 

In the words of OneRepublic, "this has gotta be the good life."