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Every fashion week, I try to get my shit together and take the time to dress myself in all the lovely pieces of clothing I own, love to look at, but don’t ever seem to put on my body. I don’t do this for professional reasons - I work in publishing, nobody really cares what I wear. I could sport a trash bag to work as long as I’m not showing too much leg.
My point is that since I spend most of the winter throwing on some lazy amalgamation of jeans, a sweater/button-down/t-shirt & cardigan, and a pair of boots, fashion week is here remind me to take better care of myself.
It’s day 2 and I’m failing miserably. People are dragging their asses out of bed, putting themselves together, and getting to Lincoln Center (or wherever) at god knows what hour and I can’t even be bothered to put on a dress and some tights.
Next week will be better. This is my new mantra. Next week will be better.
On that note, despite a few cute things, like Lauren Moffatt’s collection (above), I haven’t been all that impressed. Crossing my fingers for something inspired.
