by 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.
Pretty people!
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!!
YAY!!
I just realized I’m hungry.
Okay,
have
to
fill
up
this
empty
space
and
go
eat!
I’m
very
happy
about
my
upcoming commentary, though!
Oh, god, I am going to open my mouth and brand myself for the provencial boobsie that I am, but, Stacy, all of them are the most gawdawful ugly looking shoes . . . well except for the white slides with the little wedge.
I guess that’s why I need to stay in NC because I just don’t get the point of having icky looking shoes.
I thought the shoes in the second picture were from a below-the-waist shot of the two guys in the first picture which would have made for a very bold fashion statement.
Ha!
Karen, they occasionally allow people with poor shoe taste to stay. Me, for instance. Except I loved the shoes on the girl wearing the black anklets. I can’t wear heels (bad feet, alas) but I like how those look. But I really do need to get a new pair of sneakers or something. The ones I’m wearing now have holes in them.
Also, it isn’t even so much whether I like things or not, I just love the variety, and the outrageousness. I guess the whole show of fashion. It’s so entertaining. It’s like, New York is a runway for these people and we get to watch.