i won’t ever be cynical about fashion week/month.
because of a trip nearly 7 years ago i realized i absolutely couldn’t leave this earth without living in this city, and working in some proximity to clothes.
i know, i know- that time since sept 2008, when it was about the tents and true fashion celebs, has come and gone. but if you love this shit, then you love it in any iteration.
and boy, do i love this shit.
my favorites from the incomparable tommy ton:










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