Lord knows I shouldn’t be writing this right now and should be hopping in a Lexus and hitting the road! But writing to let you know that I will be at the Amopé shoe truck today from 2-4 at 360 West 33rd Street between 8th and 9th avenues! I’ll be there talking style and shoe comfort. Come and take pix! I promise I will upload to the site:) The zipper on my shirt just broke so don’t judge me when…
I have literally spent all morning crying. All morning. And while I’d love to come here and tell you about what I wore to #NYFW, and how I easily breezed around the city in my sponsored Lexus vehicle, something else is on my heart: Being an entrepreneur is hard. But we make it look easy. There is not a photographer around to take pictures of me crying like a baby into my keyboard. How dare I complain, right? I’m showing…
So yesterday was kind’ve a hot mess. BASICALLY I ordered a lot of clothes that were set to arrive on Thursday…but because of the snow, everything was delayed. In sum, I didn’t have anything to wear. So I shopped my closet! I resurrected the same Meow and Barks Boutique sequined dress I wore to Cocktails with Claire Lagos. In lieu of sandals, I slipped on some thigh high boots and a black fur. After the show, I toasted to Fashion…
Happy Saturday! Fashion Week started two days ago, and I’m just now catching up. Day 1 of NYFW welcomed lots of snow. I had a snow bunny ensemble ready, but y’all know I love a skirt and heel moment! So I slipped on a slick patent skirt by Kareen Singh and Alice + Olivia heels to see the Tadashia Shoji, Adam Selman, and Michael Costello shows. The day was dreary, so I opted for a pop of color with an…
So New York Fashion Week starts tomorrow. Flashback a few years ago and I would’ve had my special #NYFW rack already erected with my outfits carefully planned out. A color coded schedule would have populated my desk. My couch would be piled high with accessories. But this year–nada. Maybe I just have too much going on! Or maybe I’m a little more relaxed these days. Maybe I have less to prove. One would think that after 10 years, I’d have…
