It is with great joy that I am writing to you this morning after having such a great time at your city-wide…correction…world-wide shopping party last night. I hope you are sipping your coffee and reveling in your success. You know, a lot of people were looking with a crooked eye at this Fashion’s Night Out thing. From the get go…I knew this was gonna be mayjah. I believe the retailers, consumers, well, everyone needs to thank you because when you said “Jump” everyone asked, “How High?” And the higher they jumped, the better off they did. Everywhere I went the energy was fantastic. People were smiling. And how rare is that in this town where the gruffer you are the better. Oh, come on now, New Yorkers are not smilers at all. Somewhere along the road to happy destiny we lost our smile trying to look fierce. You know the look…walking into a nightclub…blank stare…or some such nonsense. Point being, last night was joyous and people were smiling and shopping. I, who am a jaded non-shopper, bought things. Things I really am happy with.
It was great for designers to get back into the stores and “be” with their customers. Tory Burch, Diane von Furstenberg, Donna Karan, these were the stars of last nights event. Sure, a few traditional celebrity sightings are cute but yesterday was sooooo not about celebrities. Pardon me for not caring about Charlize Theron, Molly Sims or Russell Simmons for five minutes. I am still scratching my head as to why Kate Hudson was part of the kick-off photo op at Macy’s with you, dear Anna. PLEASE don’t tell me she is launching a new line of schmatehs at Macy’s. Fotz. Oh, of course…Kate is probably the October issue cover girl. Remember, I wrote a piece called, Anna Wintour is the smartest woman on Earth. And you are. And I look forward to the 2nd Annual Fashion’s Night Out. What an amazing way to kick off the fall season in New York City where everyone can participate and be made to feel special. Not just the few bold face names.
Anyhoo…thank you Anna Wintour. Yes…Grace Coddington might have stolen the show in The September Issue…but you have stolen our shopping hearts. Ugh, I know…people are gonna hate me for loving you…but screw ‘em. “They are just jealous”, something my mother always said in her lovely, delusional way. So, all you haters…listen up. Go shopping because Fashion’s Night Out is never over.
Peace, love and my dog, Woodstock…