The night of Alexander Wang‘s show, everyone reconvened at the gas station on 14th Street (nope, it wasn’t a false rumor) for his now-epic after-party with LOVE magazine. And by everyone, I mean everyone, as in most of Lower Manhattan. The crush at the door had an hour plus wait, RSVP or no. We made a mad dash in while the bouncers were distracted by Agyness Deyn‘s new jet-black do.

Inside, the fete had a downtown vibe—lest you thought the kid was getting too classy—with a self-serve drink bar, Pop Burgers and port-a-potties. Santigold warmed up the crowd with her inexhaustible energy, but it was Courtney Love‘s drunken rendition of Malibu that whipped the admonished crowd (“If you’re not going to shut up, asshole, I’m not going to give you this fucking song”) into a hushed frenzy. Alex fluttered about, Budweiser in hand (he knows how to accessorize), as guests Twittered things like “am-a-a-a-azing” and “best party ever!” And you know what? It kinda was.