New York Fugshion Week: Day 6

We’ve seen Rachel Zoe around enough that we’re pretty sure she’s going to start recognizing us, figure out who we are, and have us killed and/or skinned for our impudence. Aside from fearing for our lives and a few really maddening incidents involving subway trains deciding not to run, we’re plugging along and heading into the home stretch.

• Rachel Weisz looked super hot at Narciso Rodriguez; we didn’t mention it in the piece, but according to the photo sources, the scraggly orange-turtlenecked man with her was apparently her husband, Darren Aronofsky, looking a bit more like a faintly bloated McConaughey than we thought he did. Huh.
• Paris Hilton was allegedly too hung over to show up at Heatherette; conversely, the experience of trying to get into that show was so maddening AGAIN that it drove us to drink.
• Finally, we have a reason to write about the other Fergie.
• A runway show at a venue with a floor made of bathroom scales? Yep: Too good to be true.
• Last year Posh was all for Proenza; sadly, this year, the show lacked Spice. (Har, har. Yes, I am ashamed of what I’ve become, thank you.)