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"PinterestFacebookModels rehearsing for the Marc show.\nDuring fashion week, Monday night occupies almost hallowed status as, ahem, THE NIGHT OF BIG MARC. The big-ticket industry types and editors, as well as a gaggle of downtown chicettes and party boys, descend upon the Armory on Park Avenue, while our good friends at KCD (Hi, Matthew!) do an amazing job of wrangling the thousand-ish Marc fans. All Monday long, we moan. (&amp;quot;It&amp;#39;s going to start two hours late again!&amp;quot; is a common complaint, referencing the fall/winter &amp;#39;05 show, which actually DID keep the fashion world waiting so long...with bated breath). But by 7, the Max Azria show finishes. We truck down to Dos Caminos -- along with the fashion departments of most other magazines -- and drink &amp;#39;ritas and eat guac. Truly, it&amp;#39;s my favorite ritual here at GLAMOUR. This year, we had a skeleton crew -- our fearless leader Cindi, fashion director Xanthipi, deputy fashion director Sasha and stylist Scia Scia. We discussed a few story ideas...we talked movies...we went to the show.\nPinterestFacebookLove these looks!\nAnd what a show! Marc didn&amp;#39;t have his usual A-list types in the front row -- at least not that I saw -- but I did glimpse Helena Christiansen, Michelle Rodriguez and Rod and Kimberley Stewart. And Marc showed his most womanly, covetable (and dare I say it?) commercial collection in quite a few seasons. Ladylike trousers, silk blouses, leanleanlean pencil skirts, frame clutches....but with signature MJ twists, like cerulean-haired models. Anyway, Marc is by no means &amp;quot;just a show.&amp;quot; Marc really is the face of American fashion...the embodiment of American style. So eclectic, so historical, so borrowed from other cultures and time periods...a melting pot, if you will. I&amp;#39;m all for it!\nPinterestFacebookHere I am at the after party. Look bad here, but even WORSE today.\nWhen the show ended, I bolted out of the Armory and flagged a taxi, which took me to the afterparty. I came across my friend Frank, a former colleague who&amp;#39;s now freelancing, and we danced the night away. So far away, in fact, that I feel borderline dead this morning.\nBut off I go, to Monique L&amp;#39;Huillier. 4 more days!\nPhotos: Patrick McMullan"^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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