I don’t know about you, but I’ll spend the next few weeks in a fashion haze that no bad gift, saucy grandma, or even foot traffic from angry New Yorkers doing last-minute Christmas shopping can ruin.
Well, lovely ladies and gentle gents — here we are peeking right ‘round the corner at that New York Fashion Week finale.
Naturally, the “Runway” gods hold nothing back when presenting this final hurdle.
I live for the weird, over-the-top, beautifully grotesque, absurd nature of a 2-day avant-garde challenge.
This season is flying by, and I’m just along for the ride like Mah-Jing, stifling screams from the seat of a helicopter soaring above NYC.
This week’s episode made me cry and call my mom.
My commitment to Cornelius paid off this week in a big way.
When runway day rolls around, you would think these kids had no idea they would ever be expected to present finished garments...
