I love parades. Free water, candy, and maybe a t-shirt if you're lucky. Honestly, I do, the most interesting entertainment in the form of people watching - other than carnivals of course (will save that discussion for another day).
In my dreams of New York Fashion Week I imagined towering Louboutins, Chanel shades, and untamed McQueen (you will be missed). Instead I find neon Nike shocks, discontinued bellybutton rings, and face painted Harry Potter spectacles - not exaggerating. Of course the tent was overflowing with beautiful fashion - but as a first timer - I was distracted by the circus performers.
I was practically shaking walking in thinking I was going to be shunned for wearing Michael by Michael Kors rather than Michael Kors and a pair of Franco Sarto boots I've had since high school rather than a pair of Jimmy Choos. I love my high-street style but when it comes to fashion week I assumed it was the label game. Nice to know we all can feel comfortable - even in a Halloween costume.
(Bryant Park, New York, NY)
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