Fashion Week Coverage: AMY, AMY, AMY

As I said earlier, this week was pretty light on great music (and, mercifully, it was also light on Beyoncé and Justin Timberlake tunes, both of whom were played to death in seasons’ past). And after the tiptoe through the tunefest at Betsey Johnson yesterday, I figured I’d heard the last cool music I was gonna hear (at the shows, anyway). So imagine my surprise when the lights came up at Donna Karan’s Greenwich Street studio and out sashayed Irina, Coco, Freja, Raquel, Lily, Agyness, Sasha and Stam to the sound of the Amy Winehouse song, “Amy, Amy, Amy.” With its sultry, laissez-faire beat and sexed-up lyrics, this tune was the perfect accompaniment to the sultry, sexed-up fashions on parade. The fact that it’s my favorite Amy Winehouse song didn’t hurt, either. Of course, I had to sing along (for which I apologize to those seated around to me).