October 2009
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NYFW: in memoriam
It’s been five weeks since the last model stalked off the runway. Tent stakes have been pulled up, the W and Mercedes lounges dismantled, mirrors and klieg lights packed away. It has taken me almost as long to make sense of the eight-day adventure I undertook when I so casually committed my life to Julia’s and Nonsociety’s fashion mission. At the risk of giving undue importance...
September 2009
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New York Fashion Week, Day Seven:
As I rushed down 38th Street yesterday en route to Milly by Michelle Smith (which I hated and therefore refuse to recap) I noticed a model walking in the opposite direction. Of course this isn’t an unusual sight in the Garment District at any time of year, but she looked familiar. And she was! One of my very favorites, Karlie Kloss. Of course I had to say hello. She was darling. And she...
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Today is the last day of Fashion Week...
…and hence it is time to announce the winner of my swag bag giveaway. Thank you to all who emailed me for the goodies; your “short essays” about what fashion and style mean to you were clever and concise, and it was difficult to pick just one winner. But this witty response takes first prize:
Style = when your self overflows onto your wardrobe. Self:society::style:fashion....
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I may be preoccupied with...
…Fashion Week, but marathon thoughts keep dancing in my head. Ten days to go until I am 26.2 miles deep in Easthampton. I have never looked forward to a race so much. The last long run took place yesterday, squeezed between Pamella Roland and Tibi; now all I have to do is plan my outfit! And transportation. And where I will sleep. But those are just details.
I always fall into a little...
I am skipping the IFB party, putting on a tee...
New York Fashion Week, Days Three and Four:
I know I’m still a novice because upon entering the Mercedes Benz lounge after Carolina Herrera’s stunning presentation, I motored straight to the breakfast bar, loaded my plate with banana nut bread, and ate with such voracious enthusiasm you’d have thought I never knew a Continental buffet until that very moment. Having thus satisfied my boundless appetite I move on to that...
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