Two weeks ago, we patted ourselves on the back for making it through yet another grueling Fashion Week, and swore we'd never, ever go to another pretentious clusterfuck where people are only there to be "seen" and everyone has that glassy-eyed "I'm looking for someone more important to talk to" stare.* Unfortunately, that's pretty much exactly how we would describe last night's New York magazine's Look Book party.
The shindig (thrown on the fifth floor of Bergdorf Goodman's) featured an open bar, miniature black-and-white cookies and the worst hair we've seen since 1985. Although the invitation specifically said that an RSVP was required, some people came that, like, did not RSVP. Fortunately for those people, there weren't any bitchy-looking girls with clipboards or refrigerator-sized bouncers, so the "exclusive" event quickly devolved into a bacchanalian free-for-all.**
