By Joseph Patel
Fashion Week here in New York is almost more about the parties, the bold-faced shenanigans in gossip pages and, well, more parties than it is about the actual clothing on the runway. My favorite part, though, is all the music that gets played at different designers' shows. It's kind of a way to tell what's hot right now, what's clicking, what seems to be cutting through the noise. Whatever the hot young models and designers are digging is often a lot different from what I'm digesting on the music blogs, and I enjoy that sort of dichotomy.
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It's been a long, long time since I danced in public. But if there was ever a time to bust out some of my solid gold moves, the final afternoon of Lollapalooza was it. The day dawned hot and steamy, and not just because of the sizzling heat. Chicago's own Kid Sister continued what appears to be a growing tradition on the South Stage (despite their sponsorship of the stage, AT&T's service has gotten half a bar from just about everyone I've spoken to, so I'm ignoring their naming rights), following in the heels of fellow Chi-town MC Lupe Fiasco, who killed on those boards on Saturday. (Sunday’s closer will feature the King of Chicago, Kanye West, taking what will now be known as the Home Stage.)

Sister, accompanied by three female dancers in futuristic football gear and face paint, sashayed across the stage in a flirty summer dress and got the crowd bouncing to summer jams like "Pro Nails," at one point bringing out a seven-piece crew of female backup dancers who were painted gold head-to-toe.

(Check out Kid Sister and her dancers after jump!)
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