There are several ways one knows its New York Fashion Week in the city. First, you can look at a calendar. Second, you can spot pretty women running around in outrageously put-together looks entirely inappropriate for the February wind. And third, the subways seem to be littered with tall, thin, beautiful women looking unreasonably lost, clutching NYC Tourism maps. So, you do your part, approach them, and ask “Where’s your casting?” When they finally snap back into cognizance from your out-of-the-blue-but-perfectly-on-target question, they answer, thank you profusely in accented English for your directions, and disappear into tunnels and train cars, bound for whatever’s next.