New York Fashion Week has started. Looking forward to all the online news and all the pictures of gorgeous clothing. This time I feel so removed from that world it seems almost a dream that I was ever at those shows, that I once even sat in a front row. I don't envy that world, that work. The twice a year comes way too quickly, and all your soul cries and dies each time. (Really).
I'm happy to observe, covet, and consume. That's the magic of fashion really - confections for the heart's desire. Sense in things. Comfort in texture. Lots of pretty. Absolutely and indulgently vain. No apologies for being so.
#bigfatsigh
Anyways this morning I'm wedged between two dozing commuters and am liking the term "sleeping giant."
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