I can’t believe it’s basically February. If it’s February, it means it’s Fashion Week in New York. And if it’s Fashion Week in New York, it means all those who work in the fashion industry (including myself) are on suicide watch. For some reason, two (or fifty) weeks out of every year eat your soul whole. You work hard in the day, so you can party harder in the eve. Don’t get me wrong… I’m definitely not complaining. We all know after-party whiskey does the body good. [insert 2AM drunk cheese fries]
But I must say, 2013 is already proving itself to be a brand spankin’ new awesome chapter of my life. I’m booking new and exciting projects that I can’t wait to tell you guys about. I’m taking some necessary time to rediscover my own creativity with cool nonsense projects that I want your help on. Oh, I’m also moving into a new apartment in 5 days. Remember that time I said I was moving to Brooklyn?… well I lied. That perfect Brooklyn apartment fell through – and in its stead, a massive pad in the East Village!