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New York Fashion Week: the end!
As inevitably happens every season, I get shut out of a show or two, in spite of having a confirmed invitation. This year, it happened tonight at the show I was perhaps looking forward to the most, Project Runway winner Christian Siriano. (Sadly, after Twittering about receiving the invite, and thus jinxing myself, I had a feeling this might happen.) I showed up 30 minutes early, but even though I was near the front of the line, none of the standing-room invitees made it in, so all for naught. I ended up watching the show on the monitors, and I can firmly say that it was a hot tranny mess (and I mean that in the best possible way). It was ferosh. So cheers to Christian (who has a line for Payless shoes coming out soon), and next time, please give me a seat.

I was also planning on going to the Rad Hourani show tomorrow afternoon, but after receiving an invitation--and RSVPing promptly--I received an email yesterday from his PR company informing me that they could not "honor my request" this season. Um, I did not request a invitation; they sent me one, and I find rescinding it to be in incredibly poor form. So, Company Agenda, may I suggest reading Emily Post's The Etiquette Advantage in Business?

I technically have one more presentation tomorrow night at 7, but at this point, I doubt I'll make it. So I think this is the semi-official end of Fashion Week for me, and my feet are happy about it. I am taking the weekend off to sleep, eat carbs, and sleep some more, but I will be back with sales on Monday (you've missed them, haven't you?), as well as my closing thoughts, favorite shows, trends to watch, and other general Fashion Week roundup-type stuff. So please come back then!