Woof... I had made a pact with myself that in the weeks leading up to fashion week I would conserve funds, time and energy to work on my ensemble for the Marc shows. Well it's been 3 weeks with no day off and about a week and a half of going out every night. First it was Grainne's short but sweet visit home which included nights of fondue at the Bourgeoise Pig and belting out show tunes ate Maries Crisis. I got to hang out with her everyday she was back in NYC and wouldn't have traded it for the world. Then it was pre-fashion week parties all over town including Atelier (lots of beautiful fashion vampires), Number Nine's farewell party and of course Fashion's Night Out. But don't let me fool you, I'm not that cool, I was a Plus 1 to all of them.
So now we are just days from the Marc shows and my garments are still in muslin pieces pinned to my dress-form.
It's go time, So my plan is to get up early, hit up Belraf Fabrics in my neighborhood, buy all my final fabrics, head to work, work until 8, come home and knock it all out. One statement jacket and bag shouldn't take all night.... maybe.
I'm so tired, but the city's energy keeps me going.
Updates to to follow.
I love New York, I love Fashion Week.