Fashion week in new york is upon us. and i love it. i love how the city is jolted into glamorous high gear. models hit the streets with hair slicked back into severe chignons, clutching their portfolios with their sinewy, eastern european limbs. people literally stand around wearing head-to-toe one color(usually black) and pray for the party photographer to take their picture. fashion becomes like an snl parody of itself, but i dig it, and embrace it. practicality and sensibility is thrown out the window, substituted for fantasy and make believe. eight inch heels surface from the closet (guilty). i love an excuse to parade my utterly ridiculous, borderline tranny pumps 'round town. i unabashedly wear sequins and red lipstick, and do at least one default androgynous look, because it is too easy. i like pretending to be someone i'm not, even if it's for one week, twice a year. and i like spying the glamazons secretly shoveling mcdonalds french fries in their mouth... at two in the morning. and you can find me in the corner, wolfing down a mcflurry...probably with petey...
it really is pretty fantastic.
p.s i spotted dries van noten at a shindig tonight and nearly fell off my eight inch wedges. my boss lady practically begged me not to go and fangirl it out on him. so i just stared like the weirdo i am. gawked, really.
Photo I took last year- Spring 08 fashion week
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fashion week is the jam.
ReplyDeleteand i loved that marc show. it was my first one.
me too
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