A Night Out

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I pulled out the mesh shirt for a night on the town. I’m all for nipple-exposure and this ensemble presented that and more to the world. Leather, nipples, and mesh. A combination for success.

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Glam~

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MBFW

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Karlie Kloss being the Queen of fashion week.

New York Fashion Week is THE fashion week in America, and I was lucky enough to work and attend for the third season in a row. I work every show at Mercedes-Benz Fashion Week at Lincoln Center and am fortunate enough to view most of those shows. In recent seasons it has become more of a spectacle than it has been in the past. You will no be walking around and notice the absurd amounts of street style bloggers and photographers wanting to snap your photo and along with them: the street style stars. More on that topic later.

Anyway, here are a few from my busy week to prove that I was there. I have more, but they’re really unnecessary to post.

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Catch up

I’ve taken a break from blogging. I felt I didn’t have anything worthwhile to say, and maybe I still don’t, but I still want my voice heard. Whether my topics be on my love of fashion to relationship struggles, I will make myself as useful as possible.

My next few posts will be covering NYFW in February and then we’ll move on from there. My move to New York is imminent, so I see this as the perfect opportunity to catch up and continue what I started.

Numero October 2012: Karlie Kloss

There comes a time in your life when you graduate from youthful adolescence to an adult, some quicker than others. We got a taste in Karlie’s Vogue Italia editorial, but now, we see that our princess has grown up into a sex kitten to be reckoned with. During MBFW, I was not only lucky enough to stand next to Karlie, but I got to witness the walk. Put me down gently now, for I have seen it all.

Photographer Greg Kadel
Styling Elizabeth Sulcer
Model Karlie Kloss

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Joan and Me

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Joan Smalls and Me

Oh! did I mention my encounter with Queen Joan Smalls? She was absolutely gorgeous this day in leather and sheer fabric with red lips, while I, a shaky wee-lad, was dressed in Zara. She was polite and told me it was a pleasure meeting me after asking for my name.

Complete adoration for Miss Smalls. Joan and Me. Sounds like a made for Lifetime television movie event.

P.S. Sorry for the slouchy look. A blogger isn’t always their best when around the gods.