Last Friday, when I texted Emily Dawn Long to ask what I should wear to the party she was throwing in SoHo that night, she replied with a simple brief: “Things ur down to sweat in.”
The party, dubbed “No One Dances Anymore,” was smack in the middle of New York Fashion Week, but Dawn Long—one of the buzziest designers among the downtown style set—wasn’t all that pressed about the timing. “Really, this has nothing to do with Fashion Week,” she told me. “It has nothing to do…

