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The weekend began with EFFEN vodka and edgy electronic beats by Savoy – and it ended with Sunday’s sidewalk visit to Hulbert Waldroup, the infamous artist on West Broadway. Toss in a few glasses of champagne, a brunch session at Freemans, one major OAK sale, and a lazy afternoon at the Tribeca Grand Hotel…

No amount of youth is being wasted on these PYTs.

And if the rumors are true, spring is right around the corner. Toss your winter coats into storage and prepare to match your wardrobe to that new abundant social calendar:

Brunch at Marc Forgione: Two-Toned Heels by Kathryn Amberleigh (219 Mott Street)

Art Shopping on West Broadway: Crescendo Dot Dress by Lois Eastlund (153 Ludlow Street)

Nighttime Rooftop Pregame: Impact Silk Crop Jacket by Stylein (EVA New York)

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It is a proven fact: Wearing the right clothes just feels better. And the ladies at Odd Molly’s showing made this quite apparent. This was one of the most engaging presentations that District L was fortunate enough to enjoy.

Models were strewn around The Box in various boudoir settings – and a few giggling girls were lounging by the bar. The looks combined hippy-esque knitwear with sassier lingerie-inspired pieces. The collection was that perfect mix of undone-chic, blending effortless comfort and sex appeal.

…And this was no time for PYTs to stand around looking bored. Models were bouncing on beds, throwing apples at each other, and even passing out roses. It was almost like being invited to a country cabin filled with the most beautiful people who took a bundle of afghans, sherpa pillows, oversized sweaters, and legwarmers to wear over their negligees. The Texan girl in me particularly fell for the poshly painted cowboy booties. I die.

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Images by Rachel Cuyler

Today is Tuesday, but we are still feeling the ache from weekend separation pains. There is nothing like waking up without an alarm and heading to brunch for bottomless mimosas at 2pm, hunting around for designer mesh at the Gilt Warehouse Sale and stomping around the East Village late at night in faux fur.

The weekend began at White Noise for “The Wild Ones” party. Hosted by Samuel Valentine, the party attracted the most eclectic, irreverent crowd found south of 14^th Street. Every Friday, the wild ones of Lower Manhattan are lured to this quasi-hidden location with nostalgic music, glamrock décor and about a half-a-dozen photographers.

Saturday arrived in the blink of an eye. Nicolas spent the better part of his day revisiting the long-lost Altman building for the Gilt Warehouse Sale. While he sifted through rare, discounted designer merchandise amongst cocktails and Vita Coco, I spent the morning shopping around the West Village. But when the January doldrums rendered regular retail hopeless, I shared an afternoon of gluten-free goodness at two Lower East Side establishments, Pala and Babycakes.

The sun went down and it was time to plan the night’s festivities once more: Bedlam was the first stop on the itinerary. Anderson Cooper’s boyfriend, Benjamin Maisani, opened Bedlam in September 2010 and the bar has since welcomed bold-faces names like Matthew Broderick, Sarah Jessica Parker, and Alan Cumming. Full of large taxidermy projects, vintage anatomy graphs, and yellowed photo wallpaper, the bar also attracts an anonymous mix of stylish PYTs.

When Sunday morning rolled around, it was time to make the last make-or-break decision: Where to brunch?

Nicolas, Rachel, and I decided to venture away from the norm and head uptown to Zucchero E Pomodori. While the crowd was more “B&T state school sorority reunion” than “pre-fashion week urbanite,” the three of us wholeheartedly enjoyed our delicious dishes and unlimited mimosas. After our brunchtastic rendezvous, we made our way to Rachel’s abode to check out some of her newest projects.

To ease the pain of having our weekend ripped away like a sticky band-aid, I aimlessly sifted through Saturday’s neglected mail. And what do I find, but a certain unmistakable plexi-glass Fashion Week invite? Withdrawals, be gone: With Fashion Week just around the corner, we have no time to fret the hours between 9-and-5!

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Salon? Photo and presentation space? Editorial "think tank"? Yes, yes, and yes.

This evening, the District L dyad walked into the ultimate oxymoron - MAINENTRANCE, an innovative salon/event venue/editorial location that is anything but "main." Tonight's launch party drew a whirlwind of PYTs, creative types, and media professionals into a spacious, yet inconspicuous space on 40 W. 29th Street. Mix in a solid open bar, great music, and sleek, modern real estate -- then stir for fabulous results.

The self-described "collaborative artist development destination" combines cool New York understatement with the innovative expertise of Berry Bachen and DJ Riggs. Not yet sold on the fact that coolness can still exist in Midtown? Check. It. Out.

In terms of Fashion Week potential, we expect MAINENTRANCE will destroy B&B in future seasons.

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