FNO Recap: Like Halloween, For The Style Set-------
With so many gift bags, on-site manis, and transitional “night makeup” applications to be had last night, I decided the best way to cover a lot of ground was to stick to one neighborhood. So for convenience reasons, I chose Soho and made my first stop Anna Sui on Greene Street. I naturally gravitated toward the cosmetics counter, where Sui’s new moisturizing foundation and iridescent nail lacquers were on display, both of which are only available for purchase at her flagship. Bearing that in mind, I picked up a sparkly purple color and continued on my way, past a window display of live male models at the Penguin store and into Space NK Apothecary, where I had my first taste of Champagne. “Can I just pour myself a glass?” I asked of the unattended sparkling rosé sitting on the counter, to which a pleasant shopgirl replied, “Of course!” (This is the kind of retail shopping I could get used to.) After a Bumble and Bumble hair touchup (the new, shorter ‘do has been a big hit at fashion week thus far, for those of you who were wondering), I had a conversation on red lipstick—”It’s Dior,” I said of the discontinued bullet I was reapplying when another crimson-mouthed shopper inquired about my shade of choice. And hers? MAC’s Lady Danger, the same shade that the brand’s vice president of makeup artistry, Gordon Espinet, asked me if I was wearing when I made my way up Spring Street to his party. Espinet took me through MAC’s red-orange color gradient when I revealed that I was not in fact wearing one of his creations (gasp!), and I chose a tube of Morange, one of the best true oranges on the market right now. Needing a little sustenance I remembered a very important freebie happening just across the way at Molton Brown: salty snacks! So I crossed the cobblestones and popped a handful of kettle corn into my mouth. Although I was looking forward to a selection of British ales, as advertised, I happily took a Heineken (apparently Boddingtons only comes in four-packs) and used my right hand to sip while I got a hand massage on the left. Unable to resist the scent of the Eucalyptus and Ginger Scrub my masseur used for pre-rub-down exfoliation, I made yet another purchase and continued south to Chanel. There, past the line of hip-hop enthusiasts stalking Kid Cudi at Bathing Ape, aestheticians were painting nails in the middle of the store using the brand’s new Jade collection. I almost partook, but my current ten-finger salute to Essie’s One of a Kind is just two days old, so I spent my time perusing the accessories case instead. I almost made last night the night I purchased that gold, three-pronged camellia key chain I’ve been coveting, but alas. Maybe next year?