On the eighth day rain came to the tents in Bryant Park, making them look sad -- sadder than a journalist who didn't check the schedule to see that there were no morning shows and schlepped all the way to Midtown in the rain only to find out there was nothing going on.

But! Last night was fun.

The New York Times' T Magazine threw a party at the "Boom Boom Room," the swank top floor lounge at the brand new Standard Hotel in the Meatpacking District. Much as locals (such as me) like to deride the "Sex and the City"-fied Meatpacking District -- which used to be appealingly seedy but is now a nightclub theme park for annoying out-of-towners -- the Boom Boom Room is a welcome new addition to the neighborhood.

Quite possibly the chicest spot in a very chic city, its blonde-wood interior and curving, retro-futuristic banquettes make the Boom Boom Room look like the first class lounge of some fantasy trans-Atlantic 1930s Zeppelin. And my dear, the view! No matter how much you already love New York, you will love it twice as much when seen from the panoramic roof deck, which offers a sweeping view from the Empire State Building in Midtown to the Woolworth Building downtown, and everything in between. Even New Jersey looks kinda kicky and fun.

(This being a family web site we will not dwell on the bathrooms, but I can assure you that not even the Queen of England has a view from her throne to rival the vista afforded visitors to the restroom of the Boom Boom Room.)

Guests at the T Magazine fifth anniversary party included Courtney Love (well-behaved!), supermodel (back when the term meant something) Helena Christensen, artist Jeff Koons, lots of designers (deep breath: Calvin Klein, Proenza Schouler duo Lazaro Hernandez and Jack McCullough, Cynthia Rowley, Catherine Malandrino, Thakoon Panichgul, Phillip Lim, Maria Cornejo and Yigal Azrouël), Andre Balazs (who owns the place!) and of course T editor, Stefano Tonchi.

(Oh, Paper magazine co-editor and publisher David Hershkovits was there too, and he was maybe under-thrilled that some anecdotes about old-time drug-taking made it into my report of their 25th anniversary party last week. C'mon, David! Everyone else who wrote about that party made your magazine sound like Woman's Day! Own it!)

And that, gentle readers, brings a drizzly end to New York Mercedes-Benz Fashion Week for Spring/Summer 2010. A big thank-you to Greg O'Shea at the Mercedes-Benz Star Lounge for being an incredible host, and also to the W Hotels team who are superstars every year.

But before we go! One final piece of gossip.

It seems designers do not love every celebrity equally: "Dance Your Ass Off" host Marissa Jaret Winokur was in town this week for a Luvs promotion, and I thought she'd be a cute Fashion Week interview. But the zaftig actress had a hard time finding a designer who wanted the former "Hairspray" star in the front row of their collection.

"The shows passed on her :(," an insider e-mailed me. "u fashion girls are fierce bitches."