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Wednesday, February 07, 2007

Fashion Police Barricade

Getting in to the Tents for the Heatherette show was in-sane. For some reason they decided to block off the Tents so nobody could get in and relied solely on one scatter-brained PR girl (ugh... worthless!), with a pile of paper she was referring to as "the list", to let people into the Tents to see the show. Fucking MADNESS.

I'd say that girl needs to be fired for being completely incompetent, but that's probably a bit extreme. She just needs extra training or something. She kept flipping through the list in an unorderly fashion. Honey, work it out. It's your job. Then she kept complaining that her hands were frozen. Yeah hi, you're not the only one standing outside, but you are the only one getting paid to stand outside, so work it out. It's your job. Then she held back people who clearly should have just been allowed to walk through. Andre J. was standing outside for more than 10 minutes. He's the PR guy for Patricia Field! Don't you know who he is? He's only got a huge blond afro. Learn who's who. It's your job. Yeah, the girl needs to go to PR University.

After we finally made our way in (no thanks to PR girl!), we were taken to another holding pen, waiting around to be moved into the tent. Thank GOD we managed to get waved in before the rest of the angry mob and were able to take proper seats for the show.

The after party was equally as mob-like, with people pushing and shoving to get in. Less skillful social neophytes shouted out 'important' peoples' names in a pointless attempt at being recognized as 'special' and pulled into the venue. Others calmly waited with their actual afterparty ticket in hand. Meanwhile, I was busy making sure my head wasn't clubbed with the back of a TV camera.

It was a night of making it past one obstacle after another. Some fun was had along the way, but the endurance required was completely unnecessary.

In the end, I thought the show was a lot of fun, the clothes were predominantly unwearable, with a few pieces being actually interesting -- the theme was Wizard of Oz, but at some points it seemed like the scene from a car accident (neon greens, shiny tape, and black). Fashion Wire Daily, however, had a different opinion.


  • It seems like virtually ever NYC blogger I read was at Heatherette last night. So it's almost like *I* was at Heatherette last night. So I'm cool. Or something. Though, honestly, I don't think I could stand the crush and noise and hubbub. And from the pictures I've seen, the guys were hot enough to justify it all.

    By Blogger Frank, at 2/07/2007 8:53 PM  

  • Hahaha, who else was there? I'm curious. The whole thing was a straight up zoo. Honestly, the theatrics of the show made it worth the inane drama required to get in.

    The after party wasn't really worth it. We ended up leaving after the performance by Danity Cane (Kane?) who I had to ask someone who the fuck they were... they looked like a rip off of the Pussycat Dolls, which is like a rip off of Spice Girls, which is a rip off of... well, singing in general.

    But as far as the "I was at Heatherette, I'm so cool" statement... I think a LOT of people were at Heatherette last night... and honestly, a lot of them looked like they won some sort of Long Island radio contest, so they really shouldn't have been there. Actually, someone at the after party was pushing to get in because he was the Z100 contest winner. Hahahahahaha.

    By Blogger gothamwhore, at 2/08/2007 12:25 AM  

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