Some people are all about the Barneys Warehouse Sale.  Don't get me wrong: I spent a good three hours at the last one and came out with a Philip Lim sweater and black leather clutch (both of which have become wardrobe linchpins).

But see I love the Barneys Coop sale even more because A) there are generally not grown women getting in fist fights over sun dresses (true story) and B) I don't have to haul ass to a random convention center or hanger.

Anyway, the sale just started to sprint over there while there are still items left.  Otherwise, you may have to get in a fist fight after all.

xo – N.