By day 3, I got used to Fashion Week - used to the posing, used to the commotion, used to the seating arrangements, to my own defeat by heels. But the fun doesn't stop!
|Karen Walker does summer with a capital S|
|Cool nails and beautiful prints at Maki Oh|
Who I met: Anna Wintour and her doppelganger. Molly Sims, the celebrity mystery. The Man Reppeler. Jessica Joffe. Nina Garcia. A big day for industry insiders and icons - such a Bill Cunningham, the photographer I had to preach a couple of tourists about. Isn't Joan pretty? Also discovered Noam Frost, our very own Israeli model, at the Arkas presentation. I smiled at her, she must have thought I'm a lunatic.
What I wore: My BF's shirt, a vintage skirt and belt, my favorite "cheap hooker" clutch. Another day for flats - I realized that ladies who prance around on sky-scraper hills can probably afford taxis everywhere and don't have to walk from Lincoln Center to the pears and back. Plus, I needed some pick-me-up comfort due to a major lack of energy, thus - the shirt. With a fierce red lip, anything goes I think.
What will tomorrow bring? Stay tuned!