I must admit that I've been anxiously awaiting the start of New York Fashion Week. I'm sure seasoned veterans who've already been there done that, would rather have an enema than frequent the plethora of shows throwing air kisses at colleagues all day long.
Many old pros would rather scratch than watch skinny girls effortlessly make their way down the runway, since clearly they're just obnoxious reminders of their ever expanding fat ass, which P90X has yet to fix.
However, I on the other hand would watch zombies walk down the runway as long as they were draped in any of the beautiful collections presented by my favorite designers.
Maybe it's only a matter of time before the novelty wears off, but I can't see that happening as I would seriously give up my first born to a pack of wolves just to see pieces from the likes of Margiela and Wang glide down the runway.
To me, it's nothing short of amazing, on par with that time Sweet Baby Jesus turned water into that delicious wine, or that other time he walked on water. I'm talking biblical status.
So, I can't wait, since for one magical week I get to indulge my deepest fashion fantasies in the city that I love surrounded by beauty in every direction, and some models too.
Enjoy your day! Thanks for stopping by<3
Bag: Urban Expressions (similar one here)