Thank you, Greek gods of Fashion Week, for keeping the alcohol flowing and getting the post-FB crowd sloshed, which provided for some delicious tales for us to gossip about.
Achilles was definitely the after-party to attend last night. Sorry, Rocca, but your no-DJ, wine-sipping, elbow-rubbing soiree could not have been as fun and juicy as this party, complete with drunken public make-out sessions, happily-married editors talking dirty, and gushing gals throwing themselves at the hunky Island Creek Oyster boys (who looked like hottie little surfer dudes with long hair) and their two handsome leaders. Even the Boston Ballet crowd made an appearance and got their drink on in a major way, proving that they are not prim, proper, or boring but actually the life of the party. Local designer darling Jess Meyer and her boyfriend Tim Pappas were also there; Jess was looking adorable and sported what I believe to be an alcohol-induced perma-smile. Well done, darling.
And as always, the local hipster kids added fashion flavor and plenty of dancing. Hey DJ, thanks for playing all of our pop favorites and oldie-but-goodies — that’s the kind of music anyone can dance to, multi-colored sneakers or not.
— Erica Corsano
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