To quote Gary Janetti:
It’s Fashion Week in New York in case you were looking for a place to be cunty and anorexic the next couple of days.
— Gary Janetti (@GaryJanetti) September 7, 2013
While some rejoice in what is New York Fashion Week, others hide out and wait for the terror to dissipate. This is the week wherein you will experience the greatest case of FOMO ever. You’re going to get shamed for not having been at the best shows, best parties, and the best after parties, let alone the after after parties. If you are not a celebrity or a rapper, you are no longer relevant in New York City. Take a seat, sister. Long gone are the days when Fashion Week was meant solely for buyers, editors, and actual fashion elite. Now it’s a peacock showing of who’s who… or not anyone at all.
So, brace yourselves, New Yorkers, we’ve almost made it through. Cover your eyes and I’ll see you at the next non fashion related event and will most certainly show you some of the moves we learned at our Vixen Workout.