Not quite as many eccentric attires as I had hoped for from Montreal Fashion Week insiders, the schmoozing modus operandi (at least on Day 1 in October 2008) was facilitated by jeans, a preponderance of black tops, enough riding boots to speed up the no-longer-in process by at least two weeks, some complimentary cider, a few genuine smiles and nice DJ mixes, but not very much dancing.

