Happy September 11, everyone! Did I mention I've been attending Fashion Week? It's crazy. I bet it's just like Fashion Week was those six short years ago, except now everyone chews out the publicist who fucked up their seat assignment on iPhones. But the energy is the same, as are these swarms of well-dressed people pushing and shoving their swag bags frantically through lines, as a seasoned barista labors in one corner to keep everyone plied with complimentary Nespresso, and one of those Times Square type illuminated news tickers blasts the latest fashion industry headlines. There are two of them, so if you get bored enough there is more than enough time to type them down word-for-word on last year's BlackBerry:
OKAY, SO PERHAPS THE PREDICTED DEATH OF COLOUR FOR THE SPRING 08 MAKEUP PALLETTE WAS JUST A TINY BIT PREMATURE. BUT THEN, BABY PHAT ALWAYS BREAKS ALL THE RULES. FOR KIMORA LEE SIMMONS' COLLECTION MAKEUP ARTIST LISA BUTLER SED FUSCIA LIKE GEORGIO ARMANI USES 'GREIGE'....FOR J. MENDEL, CHARLOTTE TILBURY EVOKED THAT SEVENTIES GLAMAZON — AND A JERRY HALL FEELING - IN THE MAKEUP. LAST SPRING'S WORDS LIKE "FRESH" AND "PRETTY" HAVE BEEN REPLACED BY "DIVA" AND "EXPENSIVE AND GLAMOUROUS."
Looking back, the best and worst thing about September 11 was that it so disproportionately affected that tiny crop of New Yorkers upon whom Sex & The City was based. It's weird to think now that an exploding plane also killed a lot of Pentagon bureaucrats in Arlington, Virginia and another crashed in Pennsylvania thanks to the help of those heroic passengers they did that movie and all those country songs about. Because the day remains so thoroughly, mythically New Yorky, and if it had, say, gone down in a poorer, less hopped-up-on-its own sense of self-importance type of city, the flood of money/resources/energy/pride that galvanized everyone and restored normalcy/dynamism/unaffordable rent so soon after history's biggest terrorist attack would not have come together. Fashion Week would have relocated itself to Las Vegas, like all the other trade shows, or perhaps another city competing for conventions; New Orleans comes to mind. The same pointed sense of (notice-my) superiority once manifested by those 110-story towers ... gets a lot of shit done in this crazy world. Like Fashion Week! You see where I'm going with this.
But it is September 11, and I am determined to leave you with something more uplifting than "The Marc Jacobs show last night started two hours late, probably because he wanted it to run till September 11 so you'd NEVER FORGET, Ha ha!" And so, as opposed to dwelling on, say, the earning power based formula by which the federally appointed 9/11 compensation chief doled out funds to victims' families, or the resultant controversy when all those rich bond traders' widows in Tenafly complained that their disproportionately large sum of the money was not disproportionately large enough, let's qremember Flight 93, and the fact that there are times in life when ordinary people realize that they can use their ordinary lives to save those of other ordinary people, and they follow through on that.