Dear fabbers, I was once like you.
I thought of NYC Fashion Week as a dreamy, fairytale kind of thing. Wearing chic ensembles. Seeing and being seen. Rubbing elbows. Snapping photos. Eating hors d'oeuvres and sipping a tall drink while ogling the latest creations by the most glamorous designers.
That's because I only saw it through Angie's write-ups.
Little did I know what a grueling, cut-throat, mile-a-minute freakfest it could actually be... If you let it.
This article follows fashion blogger Leandra Medine of the blog "Man Repeller" around NYC Fashion Week for a day that's a real head-spinner.
It is a long article, but it's a fun, vicarious read.
What I take away from it is that Fashion Week, like life, is what you make of it. It can be frenetic and frenzied, like Leandra's. Or it can be sane and humanizing, as Angie always makes it seem.
