Marcel Winatschek

Fashion Week after dark

Whatever you think about Fashion Week—and I’ve gone back and forth on it—the parties are where it tips over into something real. The week is a sustained performance of professional enthusiasm: right face at the right show, right amount of delight at the right moment. By Thursday night everyone’s had enough. The Topshop Topman Love Berlin party at the Hamburger Hof was exactly that kind of release valve.

Eva Padberg, Bonnie Strange, Brooke Candy drifting through the room. Joe Goddard playing, then MØ, and somewhere in there the dancing stopped being self-conscious. A friend said it perfectly afterward: It’s official, I love all your parties, Fashion Week. For various reasons. The reasons don’t need spelling out if you were there.