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"Work, for Mr. [Derek] Blasberg, means what he is doing right now, which is being a part of a scene. What that scene is does not matter, so long as the same Very Important People are there being photographed, their dresses remarked upon and their names recorded in the party pages of a newspaper or magazine or whichever blog is in favor at the moment, like the one written by Mr. Blasberg for Style.com. He is very good at his part—witty, teddy-bear cute but no threat to anyone’s husband, an enthusiastic dancer and, to the consternation of many of his more journalistic peers, a chronicler who reports only that the dresses are gorgeous and the parties are hot, hot, hot. Even when they are not." [NY Times]