Fashion Week

Has been glorious. I've been writing about it, which means I get to slip in unnoticed. That's the way to be, I've found. I mean, at the Alexander Berardi show I saw a bald, beautifully made-up gentleman wearing Minnie Mouse ears and he hardly elicited a second glance. This is not the place to try and stand out. Not when this is marching down the runway:

Jill Stuart, Image courtest of New York Magazine

It's only now, in retrospect, that I'm noticing any trends. Every show feels so unique when I'm sitting there. But purple, leather, knitwear and thigh high boots cropped up all over. Which is good for me, because I will happily wear a lot more of all that.

Here are some links to articles about the shows I've been lucky enough to attend:

Jill Stuart

Alexander Berardi

Luca Luca: which I liked a lot more than it might seem in this article.

Odyn Vovk: which I liked a lot less than it might seem in this article.

And that's all for now. I have an incredible amount of stuff to do before I head to New Zealand for two weeks (!!!!!!!) but I'm still thinking I might slip into the Diego Benetti Party tonight. More later!