If this is what we have to look forward to at fashion week, we are dead stoked. At the Raconteurs’ performance at the Prada store in Soho on Friday, beautiful waiters served Tequila Sunrises and home-made Bloody Mary shots to swarms of the most fashionable (yet rock-friendly) people in the world. Liv Tyler was there, as was Jack’s wife Karen Elson, plus Interpol’s Carlos D, Wolfmother frontman Andrew Stockdale, a bunch of models we recognized but couldn’t name, and the Goddess of Fashion herself, Anna Wintour. Meeting Iggy Pop was less scary than stalking Anna and pal Andre Leon Talley (wearing a dramatic and tres de rigeur cape) around the airy store before the Raconteur’s performance.

Just when we’d had about enough fashion bullshit (which happened when we realized we had access to the party and not the actual Raconteurs show) the band went on and after some elaborate finagling on our part we found ourselves next to Carlos (who told us Interpol is heading into the studio in three weeks!) and Sharin Foo from the Raveonettes. We totes got to watch Liv and her fellow Lord-of-the-Ringer Orlando Bloom rocking out up front, surrounded by rows of fashionable folks. (Can we just say that fashion people can not dance? They are pretty and skinny and tall and elegant and wear lots of animal skins but they dance like eighth grade boys, all elbows and no rhythm in those giant platforms.)

Anyway, who knew our love for the Raconteurs could grow even greater than it was before. They did not tone down their set in the slightest just because of the purses. The show was so loud you could hear it out on Broadway, and the band sounded incredibly clean and tight as they tore through wild thrashers like “Steady As She Goes” and mournful elegiac tunes like their cover of Nancy Sinatra’s “Bang Bang (My Baby Shot Me Down.)” Bonus: When one of our staffers spotted Jack White and Brendan Benson awkwardly taking off their shoes to go through security at the airport the next morning, he waved, then averted his eyes. No one wants to see the man behind the curtain.