Friday Fave Five Fash

You know how you have those moments where you realize that—despite the fact that you’re paying crippling high rents and dealing with a staggering standard of living to be in New York City—you’re basically spending most of your waking hours in an endless cycle of wake-work-eat-sleep that could take place pretty much anywhere? Yeah, us too. But then…then you have those counter moments where you walk by Janelle Monáe on the way back from cool-ass beach you took the train to, or you step out the door and get fresh bread and locally made whatever within a block of your apartment, or you realize, looking at the Manhattan skyline on the free ferry from Governors Island, how cool this city really is. Or, you look at your imaginary watch and realize, ‘Hey. It’s Fashion Week.’ I know what you’re thinking: ‘Pssh. Over-priced gowns and dead animals draped over anorexic models. Whatevs.’ But you’re overlooking a very important feature of Fashion Week, my friend—Fashion’s Night Out, the night when designers, stores, and…er…even pharmacies offer up to the masses discounted late-night shopping, glammy celebs, DJs, live music from local artists, and, most importantly, a ton of free booze. So suck it, Deluth. I might be able to rent a whole house there for $95 a month, but do Gwen Stefani and (P) Diddy hang out at your cosmetic stores? That’s what I thought.