I have to yet attend a show that hit me in the stomach and made me think “Yes, this is fashion.” I am still looking for those moments of glory that I am sure are part of the fashion world experience.
My problem I think is that I don’t know exactly what my expectations are. I came into the experience of fashionweek with the idea that it would be a soul sucking and exhausting process but somewhere locked up in me I still wanted to believe. But believe what? Glamour, mystery and intrigue are for the beautiful and rich that populate the the theoretical realms of fashion that I have yet to experience.
I am sitting in betwen a random photographer boy in a too tight shirt, a “consultant” in a Monty Python esque suit (complete with decoder ring) and a man in a completely coordinated. yellow plaid suit. I guess a little bit of the oddity and glamour of fashionweek is right next to me.