Food: The lack thereof

I've been to huge events for movies, books, political events, Jews turning 13 - but fashion parties and shows are amongst the most lavish I've ever been to. And, in an ode to the obvious, I am shoced at how little money is spent on food.

These editors are running from show to show all day deep into the night and I can't figure out when they eat. They must eat something, right? Just to stay alive. But they just serve champagne and sparking water. And I have yet to see one person eat anything from their seat at a show. I keep meaning to order a pizza to my seat like Jeff Spicoli just to see what would happen.

The parties have almost no food. It's infuriating. Not one buffet. The Calvin Klein 40th anniversary party on Sunday - which must have cost so much they could have bought Lehman Brothers instead - had the smallest passed hors d'oeuvres I'd ever seen. Like dime-sized. And not many of them. And no one was touching them. I think I ate half the hors d'oeuvres served; the catering guy would come by and I'd just have him slide the full tray directly into my mouth.

I talked to the head p.r. guy from Calvin Klein about the food situation and he said, "If you do something big, it's a waste." Instead they spent their money on endless beds of white roses planted outside and Veuve Clicquot.

I skipped Zac Posen tonight because I was so goddamn hungry. I hope that's a hard lesson learned, Zac. Hand out some mini-burgers.