New York Fugshion Week: Days 1, 2, and 3

Yep, it's that time of year again: Fashion Week in the Big Apple, minus the arctic blast, plus a few drops of freezing rain here and there, and multiplied by a hometown Super Bowl win (and to think people doubted us when we picked Eli to win the battle of the quarterbacks!).




As usual, we're going to try really hard to update when we can, but if we're not as frequent as usual, please bear with us -- we'll be back home this weekend and working on our regular schedule. In the meantime you can always get a fug fix by wandering over to The Cut, New York magazine's fashion blog, where we're posting our dispatches.

•Oh, Joy. Mandy was able to keep her goods inside her Herve Leger dress; why did your nipple sneak into our view?


•The week kicked off with Liza Minnelli singing live. No, really.

•Christina Milian later claimed her bouffant, which she debuted at BCBG, took three hours to prepare. We believe it.

•Make no mistake: Vivica A. Fox "is not a hater. [She's] a congratulator." Whatever you say, Viv!

•At Abaete, Sophia Bush demonstrated why she was always too good for that Chad Michael Murray scoundrel.

•Forget Niki Taylor -- at Alexandre Herchcovitch, we saw Miss USA hit up Nigel Barker for his business card.

•Headbanded socialite Arden Wohl was a breath of fresh, crazy air at Alexander Wang.

•The Rock & Republic show was a fatal accident waiting to happen -- and that was without Vivica A. Fox's wild gesticulating.

•More socialite shenanigans at Preen.

Again, we promise we'll put up a post here and there when we get a second to breathe, but if our best efforts aren't enough, we'll totally be back on track beginning Monday. I mean, we can't leave Intern George to his own devices for THAT long. He'll make origami swans out of all the paper towels, and those things can really pile up fast.