My coverage of NYFW for Luisa Via Roma continues…
Here is my take on 3.1 Phillip Lim
Basically I’ve been a mess this fashion week. Either I’m taking the wrong dosage of my mood stabilizers, or I’m harboring resentment towards the the people of NYC who seem way taller than the people in LA. But I have a job to do so I’ve been sucking it up, wearing huge fucking heels and getting my ass to as many shows as I can.
I was super late getting out of bed on monday and nearly missed 3.1 Phillip Lim, which would have been a major catastrophe for my psyche. I eventually made it to the show, but I was so late that the lights were already out and I couldn’t find my seat. Plus I was wearing the darkest fucking glasses ever to be created. The lenses were doing a great job of hiding my dark circles, but a terrible job at allowing me to see where the Hell I was going. I groped a little filipino man (who may or may not have been bryanboy) and then I tripped and fell into a group of “magazine people” who were not happy to see me. Not Chic.