Sinners & Saynt : Photos Tell a Better Tale Day 3 of New York Fashion Week

Fashion week has been a bit of a blur Indies. Yesterday, I spent most of the day blogging away and having a mighty fine time doing it. I’m not a writer by nature, I mean I’ve been known to jot a poem or two in my notebook and the occasion haiku might get spit out (Sayntly boys knows this, if Devils wear Prada then, God is with Jacobs), but at the end of the day I’m a business man who loves two things; parties and money.  So to keep you abreast of what’s been going on and give me the opportunity to work on making sure everything is set for our big Thursday night party, I’ll just give you the photos with a couple bits of wit. 

The band. Mostly spoken word and lipsyncing plus some fun dance routine featuring “Russian.Fire.Bird” which was a little like the YMCA.  

I’ll never get modern British music.

Totally in hearts with Cory Kennedy. Something about chicks with income that always gets me going.  She’s a real sweetheart, but you can tell that she’s on the cusp of real celebrity status away from her indie following. Give it a year and a show on MTV and she’ll be more followed than Paris Hilton. Hope your up for the challenge, Cory.  Oh yeah, and your officially off my BASH list. (yes, I know I’m a wimp.)

 Cory Solo.

Our favorite UK blogger Susie Bubble from Style Bubble makes her New York Debut. The girl will be rocking with Madonna at the upcoming Gucci party in Central Park. Two thoughts that I was wrong about - 1. She is so not short. 2. She has a British accent. Super cute, uber stylish. 

Me with Ms.Bubble

JoMarie, our stylish fashion week friendly, got up close and personal with Kyle XY (Matt Dallas).  This dude is so not gay. He hit on anything and everything with boobs. After asking him to show us his belly button, we discussed whether pretty boys are considered cute or hot.  Conversation ended when Beckham trumped all.

After all the excitement of meeting a real “celebrity” I headed to VIP to party with Iqons magazines and Shaded View of Fashion star, Diane Pernet.  Through her raspy voice she gave me some insight on making a blog spectacular. She smelled like the incents from a Catholic church. It was Commes de Garcons perfume, of course. 

After THE BOX and the Iqons Magazine party we headed to Terexov after party. Vodka and Caviar and models, oh my.  

Later is was over to La Esquina (yes, Serge Becker owns my ass).  Mexican luchadores and more models abounded.  Checked the watch, 3AM. Better head home and get some sleep, day four is tomorrow and it’s the busiest yet.  See ya tomorrow indies.