Fashion Meets Finance

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Hop in the Delorean, we're gunning this baby to the douche-tastic (but much loved) days of 2007. Put on your sunglasses cause we assure you, second-hand embarrassment will ensue:

Broke bankers and struggling models mobbed the rooftop of the Empire Hotel last night for the latest installment of Fashion Meets Finance. A tipsy brunette on crutches was trying to put her Burberry coat on so she could leave, but guys wearing suits sans ties kept jostling her as they moved past.
The party was billed as a return to the halcyon excesses of 2007, and enough unemployed finance types fished the necessary change from their couch to pony up for a bottle of Absolut. Liz, a 20-something fashionista in a low-cut black cocktail dress, eyed them skeptically and said, "just look at all the douches in those seats. They're all so broke." A line-up of seven models was in the DJ booth nodding to anemic dance music.
One of them, Sabrina Roberts, a six-foot Afro-Chinese stunner wearing a tiny creme-brulee-colored dress--told me she wasn't giving up on finance dudes. "One, they're more interesting; and two, can you imagine if everyone was in fashion?" I asked her if she had ever thought of dating so-called normal people. She twirled around, took a sip from her champagne flute and asked happily, "How do normal people pay for champagne?"

Graphic assault to the senses after the jump (via pictures from one of our readers who braved the storm).






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