Nothing succeeds like excess.

Having graced Philipp Plein‘s spectacularly produced shows in Milan, I was thrilled to have a table seat right in front of his $7 million dollar stage for New York Fashion Week (NYFW), with a massive neon plunged stage booming under the opulent high ceilings and chandelier dome of the Hammerstein Ballroom. With a perch on a table with served prosecco and burgers (which I did not quite eat), I was ready for the spectacle of a lifetime, clad in all over signature leopard print and finery. After all, trust the vibe, energy never lies.

It started with Dita Von Teese having an onstage striptease with a splash in a gigantic martini glass hot tub. Quite an thrilling start, one which made many ogle and which potentially blinded the performers with the glint of smartphones radiating through the crowd. This was followed by a neon springing dance matching the rap of Future, which shown lights onto the crowds dressed in everything leather and sequin and rhinestones. All amidst a hoard of celebrities.

The theme was a “good girl gone bad” theme, inspired by Disney with a rather BDSM-like Snow White tied up on the flyers and swag, amplifying the level of kink for the brand. As such the women had long floral decked braids like Rapunzel, and outfits made of kinky leather, studded tees, short skirts, lace lingerie, and everything that the modern, kinky, partyholic millennial Plein pack longed for. The coy trend was a leather corset of sorts worn atop white dresses, or atop nothing at all, varying levels of spunk and airing a relentlessly long possibility of layering for party centric gapers. The good girls had colorful florals and white clothes, the bad ones had black roses transplanted in their hair with kinky black outfits.

The men, clad in tattoos and muscles for the most part, brought back the distressed denim trend that was gaping at skin show, literally. For outerwear, there were leather and padded silver jackets, skinny jeans and zippered jackets aplenty, bringing them out as more bad boys than Disney princes.

The party continued with a 1 Oak Club pop up and a much delayed show by Nicki Minaj, which ensured that the night remained lit for Plein’s illustrious pack.

While more of a nightlife escapade into a bizarre wonderland of sorts, it was a funky night that listed itself as one of the most memorable New York nights, city of dreams of all sorts.