Eat When Offered; Drink When Free

The best explanation for the allure of Fashion Week comes courtesy of L Magazine (yes, the freebie) when they said, paraphrased,

'There's nothing New Yorkers love more than a party they're not invited to.'

This seems a little Sub-Woody, maybe, but it's basically true.



This particular press line goes for another ten yards to the left and right of this picture.



If you see a pretty lady, take her picture. In my head it doesn't seem right that this bunch is chimping instead of shooting.



By eating the hors d'oeuvres, you lighten the load of the waitstaff. In turn, they will visit you often. I've never managed to develop a taste for fois gras.



It's the second (and third) best time of year for letchery after the first day of spring.