farewell fashion week. you were a long haul and worth every extra hour. i hobbled down cobblestone streets in ridiculous shoes. i wore an obscene amount of red lipstick. i bought my man friend's balenciaga brief case for pennies. i accepted every glass of champagne that came my way. i saw some really beautiful collections and met some fashion legends and icons, young and old(er). i think fashion is starting to see the light at the end of the so-called recession tunnel.
and i met the style rookie. hot dang. and i didn't even freak out too much on her. i didn't ask her to rap or take a photo with me. and i didn't call her "precious" or "adorable". i hear she hates that. instead i fixed her and her blogger pals a snack plate at the slow and steady wins the race installation. and played it cool...kind of.
*p.s if you haven't invested in some sswtr pieces, i highly recommend it. not only is it reasonably priced for avant-garde fashion, but the designer is one of the kindest and smartest, down-to-earth girls on the block. someone i am thankful i know, and happy to have worked for. go here, here, and here for the goods.