(scarf coat courtesy of Obakki, vintage tshirt, Elizabeth and James jeans, Topshop boots, Mr. Kate/vintage/Dannijo necklaces, Theory bag, Forever 21 headband, Ray-ban sunglasses)
Dressed all the way down and walking over to Cafe Gitane to take a break from everything for a second yesterday..I think. Half my suitcase and all my makeup is flung around Bryan’s room, I feel half-functional at best, I shouldn’t be awake right now, and things are blurring…but in that good way.
(Camilla and Marc dress, Theory bag, Topshop boots, Dannijo necklace)
At the V magazine party at the Top of the Standard/Boom Boom Room tonight. Never ever a dull moment with Bryanboy. We seriously have fun waiting for elevators and being stuck in elbow to ribcage crowds. And, as the night went, Polaroiding in a bathtub, eating paper, redressing each other at a gas station, crouching on a single sheet of glass 18 floors above street level, washing our hands while trying not to gawk at Alessandra Ambrosio, breaking into spontaneous dance in unisex bathrooms, eating at crappy diners, and joking about weave glue every three seconds. Though we were missing our other arm Andrew Bevan tonight..we tried to make do with Derek instead. Scary part is that we are sounding more like each other every day…how we will mock each other when the melding is complete?
Wearing a headpiece that Mr. Kate sent me last week and having some fun at the Soho Grand. Fashion week has been crazy so far..right now waiting for the Derek Lam show to start at Lincoln Center and trying to figure out what Leighton Meester is wearing. And since I suck at staying on top of posting when I’m traveling, see what I’m doing sooner on Twitter here.