Alexander Wang and his posse. Somehow, on Rue Saint Honore, they looked overdressed.
When I returned to the [Dries Van Noten] shop, it was filled with editors. Suzy Menkes was there. Sarah Mower. Virginie Mouzat of Le Figaro, and maybe eight or nine other writers trying on clothes and shoes. I bought a black cotton skirt with a cuffed hem. Around 2 p.m., I went to the Café Castiglione to meet my friend Tim Blanks for lunch. Some Vogue editors filed in, followed by the crew from Saks, and the folks from Browns in London. At one point Tim and I looked up, and through the window we saw an impossibly cool group of young people in big jackets and leggings. It was