I was at the NPR studio recording a commentary and right across the street, in Bryant Park, is fashion week! (Month?) Kept my eye out for my hero, Tim Gunn, but no sightings. A lot of other people were outside, hoping for a good sighting.
This is where I fall down the worst, fashion-wise. Shoes. I just wear sneakers.
A pretty person without an invitation inside, apparently!
She is making her case I think. He’s probably saying, “Look, I’d love to let you in …” Actually, I have no idea what’s going on here.
It was fun. Then I learned there was a special entrance for famous people so I never had a Tim-Gunn-Sighting chance, alas.
Choir resumes tonight!!
I just realized I’m hungry.
upcoming commentary, though!