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Last Fashion Week, on our way to Daniel Vosovic's fashion show at the Metropolitan Pavilion, we made a wrong turn and accidentally ended up attending the Boy Meets Girl show in another part of the building. We didn't even realize we were in the wrong place until after the show had started. That was a night of fun fashion, great live music, a generous goody bag and some initial problems with seating—which resulted in us sitting next to a nice celebrity, albeit one we'd never heard of before. We had such a good time in February, that we thought it would be interesting to officially attend this week's Boy Meets Girl show to see what the experience would be like if we were actually invited. Many elements of both evenings were oddly similar.
Whereas last season's Style 360 Boy Meets Girl collection was presented as a normal fashion show, this event, celebrating designer Stacy Igel's tenth anniversary collection, took place during a party at Avenue nightclub. The kind of crowded sexy party that the writers of Law & Order: SVU would show someone get roofied at. When we arrived, we were offered Stoli cocktails, sliders, pizza and macaroons, but all we really wanted was to find a seat. Every time we sat down on a banquette, however, someone would make us move. We were starting to feel like that kid in the school cafeteria whom no one will eat lunch with.
Eventually a sweet and friendly woman and her friends allowed us to sit with them. But then a member of the staff started trying to make her move, telling her she was sitting in "celebrity seats" (NBA star Dwight Howard and Tennis player Victoria Azarenka were two of the party's hosts). Our new friend insisted she'd been told to sit there, which we presumed was a lie—since in most cases, when someone says a line like that in a nightclub, it is. But then we heard her saying, "You're very rude. Don't you know who I am? I just walked your red carpet for you." We did a double-take, because that sounded pretty legitimate, but we still didn't know who she was—and obviously neither did the staff member.
Somewhere in the midst of this argument, our old seatmates from last year's show and recent Buyer's Remorse subjects, the Australian band The Veronicas, started playing a couple of songs acoustically from the balcony. We loved their great harmonies and focused on them as the feud over the seats died down. Eventually we looked over to the landing of the stairway to a second balcony, and realized that the fashion show had already started there—we'd been missing it. Models in some very fun and flirty Boy Loves Girl designs were bopping about on the landing, dancing and posing. We hadn't initially noticed them, because the stairway wasn't any more brightly lit than the rest of the club. This was also problematic because it made it hard to get a really good look at the clothing.
The collection has an Americana theme, because Stacey Igel's first fashion show, ten years ago, was supposed to be presented on 9/11—but for obvious reasons was postponed. This current collection also celebrated the line's tenth anniversary by including some reconstructed vintage pieces from earlier collections. We liked what we saw of the it.
As the show wound down, some staff members came over and apologized to our insulted new pal, who turned out to be Angela Simmons, shoe designer for the brand Pastry, daughter of Rev Run of the rap legends Run DMC, and one of the stars of her family's reality show, Run's House. After that, all was well.
So let's compare this show with the show we accidentally crashed in February. Once again, fun fashions, great live music and some initial problems with seating—which resulted in us sitting by a nice celebrity. Oh, and in case you were wondering, as we were leaving, we were given a nice goody bag full of things we didn't even know we needed.
Conclusion: Boy Meets Girl fashion shows are equally as entertaining whether you accidentally crash them or are actually invited.