Though I was only in NYC for a hot minute, I did manage to meet Amber for some convo over some vino. And I must admit that the sight of Bryant Park left me all nostalgic about my inaugural trip to New York Fashion Week. It was so strange to see it sans the white tents, shutterbugs, and modish masses. Without the accoutrements, it reminds you that Bryant Park is – in fact – a park.
Anyway, now that I’m back in Philly, you can expect more regular posts. I’ve got so much juicy juice to share, I don’t know where to start. I’ll be making up for lost time, so stay tuned.