Lemondrop

I've always felt that "fashion" is for people who are competitive by nature, but lack athletic ability or the eye-hand coordination required for the "Twilight" MMORPG. But that's because I have no style whatsoever (think Diane Keaton, drunk, in an Old Navy).

Thus, I was sort of apprehensive about hitting the Duckie Brown show at the Mercedez-Benz fashion week in New York. But, aside from a brief period of time spent captive in a back-stage port-o-let (the lock was stuck!), it was actually pretty fun. Why? Because -- with the exception of the clothes -- you can kind of expect the expected with fashion week. In fact, I made a little Bingo card for the event based on knowledge garnered from a single episode of "America's Next Top Model" (courtesy of my roommate), "The Devil Wears Prada" (I was on an airplane!) and that RuPaul song about "workin' it."

Duckie Brown is a quirky, often high-concept men's line by designers Steven Cox and Daniel Silver (who, incidentally, are both kind of smoking hot in a "Music and Lyrics"-era Campbell Scott kind of way). The show was sponsored by the good people of Axe, which was surprisingly hetero for the line, which featured diaphanous undies and Aretha Franklin-esque caps.

Did I get a gift bag? Yes. Yes, I did.

Now here's my gift bag to you: some runway snaps of hot, half-nudie male models, my Fashion Show Bingo card, and the lasting image of a chubby girl in Dickies stuck backstage in a tent at Bryant Park. See you next year!!!! Ha! Just kidding, there's no way I'm invited back.