Let me start with this: it is not, I repeat, NOT because I didn't care. I read other Fashion Week posts obsessively; I can't stop sucking in the awesome. And it's not that there wasn't any denim (because oh, there SO was), or that there was nothing I was interested in.
To be honest, I didn't write about anything Fashion Week related for two reasons:
1. I'm not there.
2. I can't do it justice.
I wish these weren't the case, but they so are. So, let me take this opportunity to say that I wish I was in Paris now. I wish I was in New York last month.
And I wish that I owned some of the amazing things I've seen traipse down the runway thus far.
Also, I was so ridiculously right about the post-apocalyptic trend coming out. Here's a couple shots of the photos I took of the fucked up jeans I made for K. Let me know what you think.
These pictures are huge. Click on them to see more detail. I did a lot of roughing up of the tears post-photo... hopefully K. will wear them out and take some photos (hint hint).
Love,
JP
