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.
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