Ben Harper

Monday evening, the most celeb-packed event in town may not have been the photographer-infested Marc Jacobs show, but an all-but-unpublicized affair across town that took place concurrently—we can only assume this was intentional, in hopes that the fashion machine would be otherwise occupied—on far West 31st Street, where David Arquette and Ben Harper were launching their organic clothing line, Propr, at a bash that doubled as Mr. Arquette's birthday party.

There was no red carpet, no flashbulbs. We stepped into the freight elevator, and as it was about to close, in popped Meg Ryan, in jeans and black corduroy blazer. She stood there awkwardly while everyone tried to pretend that Meg Ryan hadn't just stepped into the elevator. (Note: Her face looked much less scary in person than it has in her last few movies).  read more »

Saturday’s Loden Dager show at Bungalow 8 was a laid-back affair, attended by a soggy crowd of menswear buyers and editors who had ducked in from the minor hurricane outside. The clothes were preppy and pastel, featuring suits cuffed at the ankle, and the models looked vaguely glazed, like they’d been spending too much time in the Bungalow bathrooms. LCD Soundsystem blared.

Then, suddenly, we glimpsed them, tucked into a polka-dotted booth at the head of the makeshift runway: Laura Dern and Ben Harper! Authentic celebrities, not Fashion Week celebrities, like Sophia Bush, The MisShapes, or Jessica Szor from Gossip Girl.

And wait, was that—it was! Courtney Cox Arquette and David Arquette, cuddled in next to the Harpers, unmolested by photographers and assuming the wide-eyed, interested affect of Fashion Week virgins on a double-date.  read more »