Have we been smoking too much ganj (self-prescribed for our Fashion Week Stress Disorder [FWSD]) or was yesterday a total stoner chic freakfest? Mostly at Rodarte, the raddest of all NYFW shows, always. Tie dye bodysuits, rose tattoo ankle socks, sequined angel wing appliques—it’s like our Weetzie Bat daydreams come true. Over at Siki Im, we saw dropped drawers and tinted lenses made for a grassy knoll hang. The background bushels at Patrik Ervell? It’s a sign, man. Just look at the eyes of the models at Perry Ellis by Duckie Brown. Even Narciso Rodriguez was 4:20 friendly, because nothing says chill like a good set of pockets. Keep on rockin’ in the free world, fashion week.