Yesterday was Day 2 of Mercedes-Benz Fashion Week Spring 2014 here in New York City and, as happens every September, I was running around from one place to the next — not the easiest of feats when you’re in 4″-high stilettos (not to mention that my first stop was Chelsea Piers which has streets paved in cobblestone).
When most fashion lovers think of BCBGMAXAZRIA, the house that Max and Lubov Azria have built, they envision the power woman: clad in lots of leather and oozing rock ‘n’ roll confidence, her garments themselves a testament to the designers’ body conscious construction.
Ahhh, New York Fashion Week: the 7-day period when everyone even peripherally linked to the fashion industry shares the same playground.
Don’t let this blog post’s title fool you: I don’t, in fact, think I’m fine like wine (though I do consume copious amounts of Pinot Grigio and Sauvignon Blanc and, like wine, I’m well along in the aging process!).
Life can sometimes imitate art, but rarely does it ever mirror the stuff of fairytales.
Ruffles, bows, and pearls may lure some girls but, to paraphrase Rihanna, it’s spikes and chains that excite me.
I’ve been on a do-it-yourself kick lately, a surprising turn of events given that I never considered myself a crafty sort.
Talk about throwing shade!
I’m rarely ever spotted wearing anything other than heels, but even a platform-loving, the-taller-the-better, stiletto hoarder like myself can be defeated by the summertime heat.
As many of you know, we experienced some technical difficulties earlier this week that prevented me from blogging — and to say it was a nightmare would be an understatement.
