NYFW crammed itself into two suitcases and I haven't put a thing on since I got back to this room. London doesn't start until tomorrow and I'm taking the whole night off from clothes — want to come do nothing with me?
NYFW crammed itself into two suitcases and I haven't put a thing on since I got back to this room. London doesn't start until tomorrow and I'm taking the whole night off from clothes — want to come do nothing with me?
Last show ended, after-party thinned out, and I took the elevator up before anyone noticed I was gone. Whole week on my skin and nothing else. You'd have followed me up here, wouldn't you?
Last show of the week goes in twenty minutes and my body just figured out it's been running on espresso and bad decisions since Thursday. Every backstage chair got claimed three shows ago so I'm on the floor between two clothing racks with half a look still on. Tell me I'm going to make it.
Still too wired to sleep and the first show isn't for hours. This shirt isn't mine and I don't remember borrowing it. You'd tell me to just close my eyes, wouldn't you?
Last show ended hours ago and the buzz still won't let me sleep. You'd climb into this bed and finish what I started, wouldn't you?
The Rose Ball starts in an hour and I still can't decide if this dress is going on or if I'm going like this. You'd tell me to skip it, wouldn't you?
Survived the runway and the only thing still holding this together is sweat and luck. That clip gave up halfway down the catwalk and I just kept walking. You'd have been front row for that, wouldn't you?
A designer friend overnighted me the look she wants me in for her show tomorrow and I just unboxed it. The whole thing is held together by two clips and a prayer. Think anyone would notice if I wore it exactly like this?
First show of Fashion Week isn't for hours but I've been in this bathroom since I woke up trying to figure out what goes on my body and what doesn't. Tell me I'm overthinking it.
First day back after the long weekend and I peeled everything off the second I walked through the door. The whole apartment still smells like the candles I left burning when I rushed out this morning. You'd have found me like this and not said a word, wouldn't you?