Thom Browne just closed the whole week and I think my brain finally gave out. Six days of shows and after-parties and now I can't even remember what clothes feel like. Want to see how the week actually ends, love?
Thom Browne just closed the whole week and I think my brain finally gave out. Six days of shows and after-parties and now I can't even remember what clothes feel like. Want to see how the week actually ends, love?
Fashion Week ate me alive and I let it. Now it's just me, this bed, and nothing left between me and the city. You want the version nobody at those shows got to see, love?
Khaite just ruined me for every other show this week and I'm not even mad about it. This dress has been unzipped since the Uber and I still can't bring myself to finish the job. You want to see what the city looks like from here, love?
Day three of Fashion Week and my real notes are the ones I'm not putting on the blog. Want the unfiltered version, love?
First day of Fashion Week is done and Zankov's DVF debut genuinely rewired something in me. My front-row look didn't survive past the hotel door. Want to see what's left, love?
Tomorrow the whole city becomes a runway and I haven't slept a minute. Too wired to close my eyes, too comfortable to put anything on. Want to know what the night before looks like, love?
Pre-shows start tomorrow and the schedule's taped to my mirror right next to my reflection — Ralph Lauren's off-calendar, Coach turns eighty-five, and my robe is not cooperating. You want to see what I'm wearing to the first show, love?
Made it to New York and the only thing unpacked so far is me. Two days until everything starts and I'm not sharing this view with just anyone — want to come up, love?
Three days out and I've cut my packing list down to one look I actually trust — and it doesn't leave much to the imagination. Some pieces don't need anything underneath, and I'm not sorry about it. Want to see what survives the trip, love?
Everyone at that party wanted my attention and I gave them about two hours of it — now it's just me, this dress coming off, and four days until Fashion Week. Try keeping up with that, love.