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.
I always love seeing the looks come to life.
The end is near…the end is HERE!
My advice to them: do yourselves a favor and “ride the wave” while the tide is high. Because one day you’re in, and the next, you’re out.
Are we sick of the word “cohesive” yet?
After an almost entire season of me screaming from the top of my typing finger tips to step it up, we have come to the moment to see if they do…well, almost.
Well, lovely ladies and gentle gents — here we are peeking right ‘round the corner at that New York Fashion Week finale.
Home visit time.
Naturally, the “Runway” gods hold nothing back when presenting this final hurdle.
Having hailed from Texas originally myself, I never really thought of Austin as “weird.”