Final Lessons New York

New York fashion week has come to an end. Time to evaluate. What have we learned? Well, I’ll tell you:

Olivia Palermo is faster than the speed of light

I’ve said it loud and I’ve said it proud, I met Olivia. ‘Met’ might be pushing it as the meeting itself took no more than a second taking this selfie. I have been trying to get on a picture with her for over a year and the reason I kept missing out is because she moves faster than the speed of light. You see her stepping out of her car, a Nano second passes, and she’s out of sight. I suspect she has superpowers. During this FW I saw her flashing in and out of her car so I consider that second with her an eternity.

Bill Cunningham is the man of the Fashion Week

A great runner-up to my meeting with Olivia was meeting Bill Cunningham, an absolute highlight. I became close buddies with his right-hand man – John – and saw up close how Bill worked. Now I’m more positive about him than I ever was; Bill is great. Bill for President.

Times Square has a reputation problem

Times Square is SO totally not cool. New Yorkers hate Times Square and if you are around New Yorkers only whispering the words: “Times Square” is enough to make them roll their eyes and start making vomiting noises. But Josselin and I wanted to go to Times Square because it’s impressive and so very New York. We took loads of pictures and have no other word than ‘ fantastic”.

Brianboy is stupid and Chiara is stupendous

Blogger Brianboy thinks the world of himself and refused to comment before our camera. Not once, not twice, every time. “No sorry I’m so busy right now”, he said coming out of a show only to pose extravagantly before other cameras. Well, fuck you Brianboy. The counterpart of B-boy was Chiara Ferragni from The Blonde Salad who took her time posing with fans and the time to answer our questions, very very kind. Not surprising I’m a fan now.

fortune favors the bold

In New York if you just pretend to be important people will believe it. We walked into the Boss Women and Victoria Beckham show with a straight face, booked the best tables at restaurants in the name of Wang (as in Alexander Wang) and bluffed our way backstage, entering doors that would otherwise remain closed. In New York everybody is somebody, so why not us? Just saying.