Almost Done

Tomorrow marks the end of the first of four fashion weeks, and I'm already so tired I could do nothing but eat Shin noodle bowls and read Percy Jackson novels (*cough* I mean my book club book *cough*) all weekend.

In another bit of runway angst, the fashion bloggers I follow have started to become quite monotonous. Does anyone have any new and sparkling finds? (I love Andrew Mukamal's blog, but I wish he would post more often.)

In the meantime, I started subscribing to Mormon mommy blogs after reading this Salon article. They should keep me interested for a month or so.

My FW recaps:
Thom Browne
Imitation by Tara Subkoff
Jill Stuart
Kaelen

(photo: backstage at imitation)

Rebecca Minkoff Fall 2011

 

 My first regret of the week: failing to snap a close-up of Sean Lennon and Charlotte Kemp-Muhl (and another musician friend) strumming away at Rebecca Minkoff. They opened the show with beautiful harmonies and played out the finale with an accordion-french horn duet that could make a grown Yoko cry.

The clothes looked like a East Village loll-about met a free-wheeling poet, and they combined their wardrobes into one perfect blend of leather-patched jeans, slouchy knits, and long, flowy skirts. The expected deep red bag and tweed jacket popped up, but the standout color of the collection was vibrant forest green.

photo: ny mag the cut

The Circus Comes to Town

I took the first day of Fashion Week off to go to a boot camp (and I swear I almost passed out several times). So tomorrow is my starting date for all the overcrowded shows, size double-zero models, snobby bloggers, snappy paparazzi – and I can't wait!

P.S. I'll be bringing along my new Holga 135 35mm camera that a nice guy got me for my birthday. See you in the back row. I'll be the one standing.