My first New York Fashion Week kicked off last night atChristie's in midtown. An old university chum of mine passed along an invite to the auction house's evening to "celebrate fashion week and a private preview of Christie’s fall sales of post war & contemporary art, impressionist & modern art and Resurrection: Avant-Garde Fashion." What I loved best about this party was that if I wanted to avoid an awkward encounter (with Emma Snowdon-Jones), or ran out of things to say, or if I simply had no one to talk to, there was a whole rack of art and fashion I could pretend to be interested in while planning my next move.

There were Vivienne Westwoods and Norma Kamalis on display, but the night's most winningest frock adorned Agyness Deyn, who matched her monochrome polka dot number with that of the evening's other host, Henry Holland. Paul Sevigny played while Top Chef's Padme Lakshmi greeted jewelry designer Waris Ahluwalia. Outside, videographers hassled Kelly Osborne, and Kelly Cutrone of People's Revolution tested her brand new flip-cam for her opening salvo of vlogging for New York mag. I asked her to make me a star, but she said she's already made many, and now she's concentrating on herself. Inappropriate things were then said into her flip-cam (she disapproved of the term "snatch"), and it was off to Saks, where the line stretched round the block.