When did fashion shows become such bad sex— an hour of excruciating tease culminating in 20 minutes of repetitious up-and-down? Whether staged inside Madison Square Garden (Tommy Hilfiger), in Lower East Side theaters (Miguel Adrover), on the terraces of International Style landmarks (Daryl K. at Lever House), or in the Bryant Park tents, the cavalcade of Fashion Week has developed an unfortunate case of the ho-hums. The energy that used to infuse these events has been drained away. Supermodels aren't super anymore. They're just attractive nobodies with AA Eveready brains. Fashion "shows" hardly merit the designation. Attending one has become about as thrilling as waiting on a movie line and, anyway,... More >>>