New York Fashion Week: top 10 highlights

We made it y'all - we survived New York Fashion Week. High five! (Or, *tear*, depending on your experience.) It now all seems like a distant memory. Did Bieber really show up dressed as Anna Wintour? Did Anna Wintour really smile? At a baby? Is Michael Kors really asking women to wear fur next spring? Are the models from The Blonds show suing the designers for what they did to their hair? And how many bloggers and vloggers and innocent bystanders at Lincoln Center were hurt throughout this whole exercise? Alas, we may never know. But we can reminisce!

Here's a look at 10 of the best moments, from the truly important to the incredibly inane.

1. Calvin Klein is still king. The label's 10th anniversary women's collection, designed by the Brazilian-born Francisco Costa, did something we didn't expect from the mainstream minimalist brand: it surprised us. We expected the usual clean lines, but Costa gave us more: loose, box-cut tops paired with fluid and full skirts, which Costa says were inspired by the textures of New York when he first arrived here in the 1980s. The result: a line that's technical, but slouchy. Oversized, but luxe and refined. It's kinda genius.

2. Marc Jacobs is still insane. The closing show of the week, held as a storm took on the city, was held - aptly - at a set that mimicked a shipwreck, cigarette butts included. There was no air-conditioning. The Jaws soundtrack played. So, OK, got it: end of days, apocalypse etc. Until the clothes came out - they had nothing to do with any of that. Instead, there were ensembles in upholstery prints, ribbon embroidery and bad bleached bob haircuts. The sleeves were puffed and the collars were high. They're unwearable for spring, or any season for that matter. They were fussy, fancy, ridiculous and amazing and very Marc Jacobs.

3. Fashion people are human, too. Meaning, they're not immune from evil elevators. Coming out of the Philosophy show, a group of buyers and editors were trapped in the elevator. Fire trucks had to be called! An Italian editor threatened to sue! Some, like Lucky magazine's Eva Chen, had to climb over a wall - in skirts and heels!

4. Celebrities on the front row were awesome. But mostly annoying. There was Bieber, Kanye, the Hilton sisters, the Jonas brothers, Nicole Kidman, Harper Beckham, but nobody polarised like Nicki Minaj. At the Herve Leger show, she was cool, just happy to be there, even taking photos of the clothes with her iPhone (on a Nicki Minaj case, of course). Then at Jeremy Scott, we all had to wait - she was late and they wouldn't start the show without her. After the show, New York Magazine reported that "her bodyguards were so aggressive when exiting they were pushing regular people to the ground".

5. Nobody ate. Not because we're all, you know, on a cleanse. It's because there's a show one after another. Some began as early as 9am, with last shows ending at 10pm. Some venues required a sprint, a cab ride - or teleportation (Brooklyn!). There was just no time. We survived on whatever freebies sponsors were giving away: espresso, yogurt drinks, water - even e-cigarettes!

6. Everybody got owned by the weather. Day 1's cool weather brought out the coats and suits and jackets. Day 2 brought in intense humidity - and it only became worse as the week went by. Some survived on crop tops; others were more imaginative. "I had to buy an entirely new wardrobe," a Middle Eastern magazine editor told us. "I brought fur!"

7. Where you sit matters. And we're not just talking front row. Aside from the Standing Row tickets given mostly to bloggers and fans, this year saw the introduction of the Priority Standing Row - for, you know, more important bloggers and fans.

At the N. Hoolywood show, where the theme was the Wild West, the rows were named Cowboy and Horse, which led to some amusing exchanges.

"Where's your seat?"

"I'm on Row Horse."

8. Some people took the sport of Street Style too seriously - but forgot to take their common sense with them: you guys, sleeves are for arms!

9. Speaking of style, the Project Runway judge and Marie Claire editor Nina Garcia wore Google Glass to shows. And she looked funny.

Others wore the GG, too. There are no words.

10. But amid all the mayhem, there were the clothes. Thousands of them. And there were a lot of good ones. My personal favourite moments were the seconds leading to the start of every show: everybody takes their seat, our loud chattering dies down, and then, blackout - the lights go off. The room turns quiet. Then the lights fade back in and the first model comes out. It's always magical. Reminds us what we came here for in the first place.

So anyway! That's that. Thanks for joining me this week on this blog and on Twitter and Facebook. I'm now handing over the reins to my colleagues Katie Trotter and Nadia El Dasher, who will be reporting from London Fashion Week.

It's been real, and I'm off to Shake Shack for a double cheeseburger.