I don’t know about you, but I’ll spend the next few weeks in a fashion haze that no bad gift, saucy grandma, or even foot traffic from angry New Yorkers doing last-minute Christmas shopping can ruin.

Well, lovely ladies and gentle gents — here we are peeking right ‘round the corner at that New York Fashion Week finale.

Naturally, the “Runway” gods hold nothing back when presenting this final hurdle.

I live for the weird, over-the-top, beautifully grotesque, absurd nature of a 2-day avant-garde challenge.

This season is flying by, and I’m just along for the ride like Mah-Jing, stifling screams from the seat of a helicopter soaring above NYC.

This week’s episode made me cry and call my mom.

My commitment to Cornelius paid off this week in a big way.

When runway day rolls around, you would think these kids had no idea they would ever be expected to present finished garments...

After last week’s Runway of Tears, it is a scientific fact that the designers are in dire need of a strong drink.