One thing that I will never forget about that night was almost falling flat on my butt due to the slippery floor but being heroically saved by a tall, dark and handsome Russian man in a perfectly cut suit. He was Vitali Shevchenko, a friend of the organizers. I thanked him profusely and he laughed it off.  I thanked the universe for keeping my dress and my dignity in one piece at this high-end shindig. Besides this little bit of drama, I had a grand old time soaking in the atmosphere, gawking at hot cars, sexy heels and, of course, the collection, wishing I had bodies like the models and a bank account that could buy every single item. Did I mention everything that was in the fashion show is for sale? If you’re interested in purchasing these fabulous designs, visit