Photos / Mark Minton
Spotted: the fashion flock fleeing the front row and floating sky-high to THE ROOF at PUBLIC Hotel, because when LADYGUNN says we’re taking over, we mean owning the skyline. After PIPENCO shut down the runway with their FW’27 spectacle, the real after-hours chaos was just getting started. Consider it our final word on NYFW: chic chaos, weaponized glamour, camera flashes popping like secrets, and a dance floor you’ll absolutely be texting about in the morning (no judgment… maybe).
Behind the decks? The holy trinity of turn-up temptation: VALLEY LATINI, DYLAN ALI, and VON—spinning sets so sinful they had editors canceling their 9 a.m. call times and models trading stilettos for IV drips.
And yes, darlings, the infamous LADYGUNN-tinis made their scandalous return, shaken, stirred, and sponsored by CONDESA Gin. One sip and suddenly everyone’s got a story. Two, and you are the story.
NYFW, wrapped the LADYGUNN way: high above the city, higher on the vibes.
XOXO
