We're sitting outside the Fashion Week tents at Bryant Park right now, mingling with the Sartorialist, Scott Schuman, (who is much tinier and way more glamorous in person), and needing to catch you lovely Radar readers up on this weekend's goings-ons. Wardrobe malfunctions, torrential storms, and PETA protests? Could the weekend have been more amazing?!

Friday wrapped up with the Academy of Art show (basically amateur night at Bryant Park), and the whole show was just perfect. Shoes flew everywhere, boobies popped out, parents whooped at their kids' designs, and the only celebrity at the event, Nigel Barker, was hounded by a group of 50 girls when he took his seat.

The rains on Saturday put an interesting spin on the day's shows. Though Karen Walker's venue was the perfect place to showcase fashion's little anti-it girl's wares, the warehouse was a bit too grungy and rainwater leaked from the roof and onto the runway. Afterwards, models, editors, and fashiony children made a run for the cabs. Pecking order prevailed: top editrixes hopped into the towncars, mid-level writers and buyers were the first to grab cabs, and the rest of the kids either made a dash for the subways or attempted to walk the few avenues to the next locale. At the following shows, fashion's top dogs were made apparent because they were the only ones who managed to stay dry. The rest of us dripped uncomfortably in the back.

Copycat Reyes sent models down the runway in Lego pins seen last season adorning Marc Jacob's girls. While imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, the original is still a little too fresh in our memories.

The Alexander Herchcovitch show brought the club kids out of Lit and into the the Promenade. We joked beforehand that Cory Kennedy was bound to show up with ex-boss/ex-boyfriend Mark Cobrasnake Hunter who would be in teenie tennis shorts and a T-shirt. And we were right! Fashion character and professional pouter Sophia Lamar came with a piece of cardboard tacked onto her head, and Rosemary Ponzo rifled through all the front row gift bags in her section before air kissing Kelly Cutrone. We tried catching the Misshapers smiling (nope!) and we were kind of confused at spotting Olympic gymnast messer-upper Alicia Sacramone amid the hipsters. Though we don't blame her, she was the only one who giggled at all the models sporting butt-ruffle shorts. GOD, ALICIA. IT'S FASHION. DO YOU SEE THE MISSHAPES LAUGHING?

Nina Garcia said on Project Runway this season that the quickest way to trashy is to make something "shiny, tight, and short". No wonder then that the front row ex-editor spent the entire Rock and Republic show typing on her Blackberry. Mary-Kate Olsen, Chace Crawford, and Jessica Szohr made us all feel ugly as they perched in the front, and some of last season's Project Runway cast sat together in the third row. The main event though, was the fashion, and we finally got to see the shoes that R&R President Andrea Bernholtz gushed about to us way back in June. Models teetered precariously down the long runway and though there were a few close calls, there weren't any falls. And maybe it was the butt tape or that the show was blessed by the fashion gods, but yours truly didn't catch a single upskirt shot, despite the inch long skirt inseams. Oh well, there's always next season!

PETA's here! And DKNY was first in its sights. Really, guys, you must come up with some more creative cheers: "DKNY, you ain't got no alibi!" is not going to cut it. Might we suggest, "DKNY, your stuff is cheap, it reeks of meat! Also, eat my skeet!" Or something along those lines.

We've discovered that the best place to do celebrity and model spotting isn't in the front, it's in the very public backstage entrance. We spotted Anna Wintour, Nicole Richie, Lekeliene Stange, and Ali Michael march out in just 20 minutes' time.

Preen showed on Sunday to an impressive audience featuring Nylon TV star Peaches Geldolf and Internet starling Cory Kennedy, who unabashadly announced that a fellow show attendee has been "a cunt all week," before leaving together in a pedicab. Blonde dopplegangers Jane Keltner and Meredith Melling Burke sat side by side. Intimidating? Yes. We shivered in our Pierre Hardy's (but there was free champagne, so we got over it kind of quickly).

Two things to tell about the Staerk show at Bumble and Bumble. One, THE MACAROONS WERE THE MOST DELICIOUS THINGS WE HAVE EVER PUT INTO OUR MOUTHS. Two, a certain fashion market director named after a certain state (Vermont? Not quite?) was caught bitching out the meek elevator operator after she got separated from her posse—and fumed the rest of the way down after being called out by another rider. How awesome!

TL;DR? Don't worry, there's still five days left!