I ventured out of my apartment today with a bitter taste in my mouth for the Max Azria clan. I mean really, they gave Tavi the 13 year old blogger a front seat at the Herve Leger show, as well as other non A-list “stars” that I will leave unnamed. Guess they couldn’t get Miley Cyrus there, although she’s young, at least she is raking in billions and even have a line with Max Azria at Wal-Mart. Nonetheless, I reluctantly made my way up to the over-crowded Bryant Park Tents where, I swear, half the so-called “fashionistas” (read: socialite wannabes) that are there don’t even have tickets to any of the shows, but rather, are there to either A) try to sneak into the shows or B) stock up on the free giveaways.
Overall, it’s nearing the end of fashion week and I’m tired of pushing my way through the crowds just to check into shows that I actually have seats at, thank you very much.
Loved this. So insightful and on the money. Very well. written