Day three of Fashion week landed on a rainy Saturday. By this point, the fashion festivities have come to a halt, not by choice but for good. Amongst the myriad of things gone wrong, (read first post here) an unproductive and moody Saturday tops the list. While terrible trips are a rarity, when it goes down, it sinks to the bottom of the Atlantic ocean. Life knows no balance here...
11:55 PM redeye flight from LAX to JF Kennedy left me tired, dazed and confused. So much so, Thursday had to be canceled, opting for a long snooze session over fashion week festivities. On a positive note, I’m pretty sure Thursday, February 8, 2018, marks the day I mastered public transportation. I guess you can say; I’m officially New Yorker material. There’s always a good lol...