GLAMOUR MEANS WAR, AND HERE’S WHERE NEW YORK’S CHICEST SAVAGES DO BATTLE.
Byline: Robert Haskell
Everyone knows Manolos don’t grow on trees. So who could blame the hordes of women who crowded into the Warwick Hotel at 8 a.m. to get their feet into the 400 or so pairs of stilettos on the cheap at Manolo Blahnik’s twice-yearly sample sale? Sometimes it’s the frenzy that makes the fashion, as a typically polite group of editors and stylists tore open boxes and bags like lions after a kill. “This is a blood bath,” said one breathless editor before she walked out with 12 pairs.