It's official - I am a New York Fashion Week vet. The curls, color palette (what beautiful plums and jades!), sparkle, and an unforgettable pair of high waisted pants adorned with a bow on the front... I could go on!
Sure I was given the big S (standing), but honestly once the show began I felt as if I was on top of the world. I was snapping pictures, attempting to refrain from dancing (I must get a hold of that soundtrack), and shaking as if I was on crack - if I knew what that felt like. My adrenaline was off the chart, thank goodness you can't purchase the items after leaving the show because my credit card would have been beyond maxed. Talk about addiction.
While leaving the show I noticed simple perfection. The white folding chairs with name cards of editors at InStyle, The New York Times, Lucky... to just name a few. Unfortunately my name was not there - yet. Someday I will have big shoes.
(Bryant Park, New York, NY)
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