So, you might’ve deduced from the incessant Instagram posts, Tweets, and humble brags that last week concluded the week long bender that is New York Fashion Week. I merely dipped my toes into the chaos of NYFW and feel like I need a visit to Passages Malibu and I can only imagine the way some of the real style obsessed overachievers are feeling today. Oh, right. Half of them have already landed in London. God bless, gals. So, if you aren’t familiar with the goings on of Fashion Week, it’s show after show after show interlaced with parties that you may or may not have to beg, lie, and break into to attend. The entire thing is fun, fabulous, and utterly infuriating. It’s much like the city where I live- a love hate relationship that leaves you feeling both fulfilled and rejected. So, after taking in shows from Deisgual to Daisy Fuentes and partying with A$AP Rocky at Soho House and attending Nas’s 40th birthday (I know!), I’m happy to be laying low and trading in heels for engineer boots for the next several days. You may feel as if you’ve missed out, but I can’t begin to tell you how tiring waiting around all day to watch shows can be. Not to mention, your seat at your desk watching the livestream of Proenza Schouler was probably better than my assigned seat.
On to the next one.