We’re home, darlings! Our cologne bottles didn’t break in our luggage and our cats didn’t eat each other in a horrifying, frenzied lapse into feralism OR destroy anything in kitty resentment. All is right with the world. But we just can’t say goodbye to Fashion Week...

It’s the morning of our seventh straight day of running from one end of Manhattan to the other, trying to fit in every show we’ve been invited to, and it’s finally happened: we’ve hit the wall. We expect to see a “spotted in the tents” item that goes like...