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" Alexander Wang... Is a man after my own heart. Ripped jean shorts, T-shirts as thin as paper, gorgeous shoes that made me want to trip the models so I could steal the shoes from their feet! Seriously, the fabrics were perfect for a spring or summer day: flowy and light. And the style\u2013I can&amp;#039;t pinpoint it exactly. I want to say The Great Gatsby meets the &amp;#039;80s in a rock and roll way. Erin Wasson styled the collection with Alexander, and hats off to them. Well done! The first and last looks are my favorites. Now on to a more serious topic: the models. First of all, they were so expressionless that I was caught between laughter and depression. Of course not all of them had blank stares, and I know it&amp;#039;s not like you&amp;#039;re supposed to strut down the catwalk grinning from ear to ear. But where&amp;#039;s the attitude?  Next subject: the shoe girls. I was seated in the front row; directly across from us was a group of six women. The front row had the most beautiful set of shoes I may have ever seen at one time. Unbelievable. And I&amp;#039;m generally more of a Converse/flipflop kind of girl. But wow, I was jealous! It&amp;#039;s not the best picture, but you can see what I mean. Gorgeous!   Here&amp;#039;s the last fun tidbit of the evening: I just got home from dinner, and an idea came to mind. I guess I should have prefaced this by saying I had a late dinner at one of New York&amp;#039;s local hot spots, The Waverly Inn. My idea seemed normal to me, especially since I live around the Waverly. I used to go to there at night with a book back in the day. The crowd was pretty basic then: My friends were sipping whiskey at the bar. A fire was going, and they had a warm, inviting staff\u2013perfect for book reading. Nowadays, it&amp;#039;s a different place. As I walked up, there were no less then four enormous SUVs, a limo, and at one point, a cop. There were also handful of bodyguards. You get the point; no big deal, it&amp;#039;s NY, it&amp;#039;s Fashion Week. But the thought made me laugh, and still does. Why don&amp;#039;t these people get a old grand Wagoneer to get them around? Or a neon? With a driver, of course! It would be SO much more fun. "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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