Later, in the rose-strewn garden of the Marble Cemetery in the East Village , the Rodarte show — returning to New York after almost two years off the collection treadmill for a film and couture — took place, with assistants scurrying around with paper towels to wipe water off the wooden seats meant for guests. Out came the models, like refugees from a perverse fairy tale, raindrops glittering like crystals on the tulle. “You’d think they would have had a contingency plan,” grumbled one guest, huddled close to a seat mate. Fashion creates weird bonds between us all.

Source: New York Times September 10, 2018 12:42 UTC