Fashion Week Stargazing: Day 6 Did Anna Wintour start a trend? Just about everyone, including CNN's Alina Cho, Allure magazine's Linda Wells and Simon Collins, the dean of fashion at Parsons The New School for Design, wore dark sunglasses at the 9 a.m. Tory Burch show at Lincoln Center on Tuesday. In truth, it was less a trend than functional accessory. There was the incredible sunlight, which streamed in through an entire wall of windows at Avery Fisher Hall, and, of course, the increasing lack of sleep for Fashion Week attendees. "It's already been a heavy week," said Mr. Collins with black frames on. So the glasses help face the morning. A few rows down, Jordana Brewster was enviably fresh and rested. That's because the "Dallas" actress had flown in from Los Angeles for only a single day of shows (she later went to Jenny Packham in a sparkly dress and was row-mates with Minka Kelly and Lauren Conrad), Ms. Brewster, who grew up in the city, was also visiting old haunts. "I do miss it, the way you can get anything, anytime," she said. I actually had dinner with my high school friends at Serafina last night. At Vera Wang, there was a big to-do over a tall, leggy blonde. On closer inspection, it was Stacy Keibler who plastered on a sweet smile through the staccato of flashes. Across the catwalk, another woman, tall, leggy and dark-haired, was commanding equal attention. Who was that? The Chinese actress Yao Chen, her publicist informed the news media, underlining that Ms. Chen was "super, super famous." A quick Google search showed that indeed Ms. Chen was super, duper famous. She has more than 24 million followers on Weibo (the Chinese equivalent of Twitter). But on the streets of New York, which she called "an energetic and exciting place," Ms. Chen could still slip by unnoticed. "It's so freeing," she said. I can just relax and be myself. Over in West Chelsea, Kate and Laura Mulleavy of Rodarte had the most sizzling fashion crowd yet. The loft space, which like so many New York apartments required a walk up three flights of stairs, was teeming with Vogue editors from various international editions. Otherwise, indie actresses (Kirsten Dunst) mingled with indie musicians (Joanna Newsom and Victoria Legrand of Beach House). Ms. Newsom, in a frock by the label, had attended the last four Rodarte shows. "I don't really go to the other shows," she said. Just this one. I normally look at the shows on the Internet in my pajamas. It was Ms. Legrand's first Rodarte runway show, but she was a practiced clotheshorse. "I care," she said, pointing out her jacket was Comme des Garçons, her skirt vintage Gerard Darel and her new boots by Proenza Schouler. "I have yet to meet the Rodarte girls," Ms. Legrand said. But I admire them. I like the way they mix materials, all the textures. They are one of the few designers that is not stale. Into the evening Oscar de la Renta, whisked editors up 25 floors for his runway show. The skyscraper was just off Fifth Avenue in Midtown and as guests, including Aerin Lauder and Anna Dello Russo, waited in the lobby for their turn on the elevator, passing businessmen gawked in their blue Oxford shirts and staid suits. They weren't the only ones coming from the office. Rachel Zoe ran directly over from the studio, where she had been prepping for her first ever runway show scheduled for the next day. "Oh God, I can't think too much about it or I'll have a panic attack," said Ms. Zoe, in black leather pants and black felt hat. It's tricky for me. I'm also here to pull for shoots and the award shows. Not to mention, a camera crew that tailed her every move, likely for her reality show. "But I would never miss Oscar," Ms. Zoe said. I met him when I was just starting out.