I am glad Fashion Week is over. As a fashion lover living in New York, this is one of the most exciting events I can attend. But the fashion blogging world with all its social platforms falls into a dark hole of repetitive material that I can't stand. I might fall in this trend as well. When I like something I want to share it on my blog. But having to see the same Marchesa dress on Instagram, Pinterest, Facebook, and what ever other social madness I haven't even heard about is a bit too much for me. Don't get me wrong, I still feel like a 5 year old girl in the Barbie (or even better, LEGO!) section of Toys R' Us every time I sneak into a show, and I'm planning to keep crashing into that party every year, but I've developed a love for street fashion with "real life" common people (read dorky, like me) that fancy shows with all their beauty and glamour haven't been able to match. Cheers to "dorkiness"!
Crashing into shows was great, but I'm glad Alcibiades is back and I'm on the other side of the lens once more. Thank you fashion designers for the sweet little macaroon that is fashion week. Any bigger and it would be sickly sweet.
Crashing into shows was great, but I'm glad Alcibiades is back and I'm on the other side of the lens once more. Thank you fashion designers for the sweet little macaroon that is fashion week. Any bigger and it would be sickly sweet.
Balenciaga shoes, Kirna Zabete for Target lips bracelet (I secretly practice tongue kissing with it, no I don't...OK, maybe). Urban Outfitters high waisted jeans, perfect for hiding that bloated belly it's impossible to get rid of, and Tony the tiger cut-out t-shirt.
As some of you might be aware, Alcibiades is my personal photographer, fashion guru, financial advisor, trainer, and even my travel companion. I feel at ease when I'm posing for him, and for the most part I think he enjoys working with me. These stupid faces I make every time he points his camera at me can only mean one thing......am I starting to fall in love with Alcibiades?
