"A girl should be two things: classy and fabulous." -Coco Chanel

Right now, I'm 3 for 3. Three seasons. Three MBFWs.

It's funny how Fashion Week once seemed like this distant, untouchable thing - only seeing it through magazines, and never imagining that I would actually be here, seeing that white runway, feeling the lights, watching these gorgeous clothes on make believe creatures float by.

There to witness the tents go up in Bryant Park for the last time, and present for the inaugural season at Lincoln Center last spring - not too bad. Not too bad at all.

Lost in Translation

Bridgette is my Construction 3 teacher. Short, curly blonde hair that reminds me of old-school Madonna, pinkish-reddish lipstick, leopard print glasses and a French accent.. She is adorable! Adorable, but a little (a lot) scattered, and sometimes hard to follow. She'll go over one point, then have to back track, and say "Oui, I forgot.." and we'll all be lost.

She was explaining intersecting pleats, and teaching us how to make the pattern, and towards the end, she was folding the paper and slashing and folding and this and that, and we had no idea what was going on. It looked like a big wad of paper and she goes, "And that's it" (include French accent). We were bewildered. Everyone was standing on their stools to get a better look, iPhones poised to take pictures, because apparently we were supposed to have understood what just happened by that point? But mostly, everyone was wide eyed and seemed to be just as confused as I was. I couldn't help but laugh.

Classic moment.