The Fashion Twitterati

Thakoon gave us such Twitterables as The Moment’s “Disco lady lives on at Thakoon,” while I noted, “a rainbow of color blocked fur, disco sequined genie pants, ladylike silk shirt dresses in jewel tones (very YSL).”

I didn’t make it to Betsey Johnson, because I was eating a sandwich post-Thakoon, but no matter—all I needed to know was that “Betsey Johnson's presentation felt very personal and very 'greatest hits': crinolines, corsets, and striped catsuits” (The Moment).

Lots of simultaneous, almost manic Twitters came in around 6 p.m. as backstage reports from Marc Jacobs via The Moment started filtering in: “Look for towering upswept punk Princess Anne 'dos (especially on Kamila),” they wrote, immediately followed by “Guido Palau says the inspiration for the hair was the DIY approach of the club kids they used to hang out with and admired.” I also learned that famous makeup artist Francois Nars was doing his first show in 10 years for Marc, but the best thing about the Marc Jacobs show Twittering was that we got those quiet documentary-style nuggets like “Last rehearsal starting. Marc seems chill, and is chewing the fat with Guido, mostly about his new Invisalign-assisted toofs.” I had no idea!

Meanwhile, over at William Rast, one of the more head-scratching shows on the calendar (celebrities like Justin Timberlake with denim brands show at New York fashion week because...uh, why, exactly?), Refinery29 was screaming, “Horror! People with seats and major Eds get shut out of William rast at 8 minutes after time listed on invite! Who starts shows on time?” (Note to Refinery29—you didn’t miss much. In fact, you missed a big show of nothing—LA-style studded motorcycle jacket nothing.)

Back over at Marc Jacobs, Women’s Wear Daily’s Twitter relayed that “photogs swarm Anna Wintour and then Rachel Zoe. Is this as big as it gets?” and then as soon as the show started, “Lights down. First look out. High hair, gray cardigan and pants.” After the show, The Moment had yet another this-is-why-we-rock-the-Twitter scoop: “Marc Jacobs pulling up his kilt after Carine Roitfeld asked him if he was wearing underwear. (He was.)”

Some interpretation started creeping in—it’s hard to not immediately break down a show like MJ. The Moment’s take was “very Gloria von Thurn und Taxis and Diane Brill, first time at a punk debutante ball in the late 80s East Village.”

And even my colleague at Fashion Wire Daily, Godfrey Deeny, gave me a post-show assessment over the phone that sounded like a Twitter: “Marie Antoinette punk; Siouxsie and the Banshees meets Miss Havisham.”

Fashion week doesn’t need to consolidate its show locations—there has been talks with the CFDA this week to do so next season. We all bitch and moan about having to go from Midtown to some far west Chelsea gallery where their are death matches over taxis, but in reality we just need to station official Twitterers at every show. I may never leave my house again.

Renata Espinosa is the New York editor of Fashion Wire Daily. She is also the co-founder of impressionistic fashion and art blog TheNuNu and sometimes a backup dancer for "The Anna Copa Cabanna Show."