Fashion week is here, which means that I get to feel way more special than I really have any reason to, thanks to having wound up on a couple of press lists that (given that I’m a food editor) I have absolutely no business being on. So Saturday I get to head to the tents (omg die) and here and there for the next week I get to go to parties where I am definitively the shortest, fattest person in the room. Definitely the person with the cheapest handbag. Almost certainly the person in the least-cool jacket, especially when this gal is around rocking her Marjan Pejoski spiderweb.
To clarify: this was taken at breakfast. At, like, 9:30 a.m. This lady is a winner. (And who is Marjan Pejoski? GASP. He is only the dude who designed Bjork’s swan dress! How could you not know that? I’m so embarrassed for you.)