Miami Fashion Week opens today and I decided the balcony gets me before the front row does. Nothing on but the city lights — come be the reason I get dressed?
Miami Fashion Week opens today and I decided the balcony gets me before the front row does. Nothing on but the city lights — come be the reason I get dressed?
Miami starts tomorrow and this fitting is going exactly how you'd hope — barely-there white strings, still half-tied, and a suitcase full of things that won't survive the heat. Tell me what I'm wearing to the beach first?
The ambient night was all plants and low hums and it left me wired instead of sleepy, so everything came off the second my door closed. Come finish what the bass started?
Three shows in three nights and my hair is still carrying every backstage in Shanghai around with it. Steaming it all out before I decide what the rest of today gets to be. Come hold the shampoo?
Two shows down, one still to go, and I stole ten minutes of real sunlight between them. This dress has been winning arguments with me all day and I've stopped fighting back. Save me a seat for the last one?
First Shanghai show survived, and jet lag is keeping me horizontal long after the alarm gave up on me. The city is already moving out there and I haven't found a single reason to join it yet. Come pull me out of these sheets?
Shanghai finally has me, and I got about halfway through unpacking before the floor won. First show's tonight and nothing in this suitcase feels urgent. Pick one for me?
The whole circus packed up overnight and Paris went quiet again. I still haven't left this bed, and Shanghai starts tomorrow. Come talk me into getting up?
Last day of the whole circus and Louis Vuitton closes it tonight. This dress is already fighting me and I haven't even done my face yet. Save me a seat?
The dress for tomorrow is hanging right there, so tonight is just me and the pearls getting a rehearsal. Every inch of me is being saved for the front row. Which do you want a closer look at?