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It is time, friends. Fashion Week—the tsunami of town cars, skinny ladies, people who think they are very important, mini-bottles of champagne and really, really nice and expensive clothing—is here, and there is nothing we can do to stop it. So. This marks our third time up to the tents since Racked's inception, and we're changing things up a bit. Don't worry, we'll still be hovering about Bryant Park, furtively snapping photos of the celebs, models and weirdos that gather in and around the tents while hoovering up 'wichcraft sammies. But this time, we will actually be blogging it up at the runway shows so those less fortunate than ourselves (or, as we may find it, more fortunate) can experience the thrilling experience vicariously.
What can you expect from Racked over the next week? Well, there will be a lot less shopping and retail coverage and a lot more Fashion-with-a-capital-F news. If this displeases you greatly, we apologize. Check back after the 12th. For the rest of you, prepare for the ONSLAUGHT of fabulousness. And what an onslaught it will be. No freebie bag will be left unpillaged; no B-level celebrities will sneak through the back of the tents without a digi cam in their face; no drunken posing socialite will slip through our grasp. Well, at least that's the goal. Come along with us, won't you, on what will most certainly be a magical, mystical journey.
· All Racked Fashion Week Coverage [Racked]