remember how i was so fucking excited about this trip to nyc that i started laying out nearly 5 months ago? well, i just came back. so, maybe you can tell from the title how felt in regards to this city..i think i was so upset with the mediocrity since i had built up this fantastical place in my head (thanks a lot, movies of my childhood and tv shows) and i guess since i've seen much more awesome cities before ever setting foot there (yes, Tokyo, London, and Paris, you guys are my faves).
Not everything was horrid--I was just expecting more. I was reminded of a super crowded Chicago, except this was probably the original deal. I liked the subway, even though it was kinda really rank, since it was totally efficient and made getting around super easy once i figured out where i wanted to go. (some) people definitely dress better, like, in a european way; it's a totally different aesthetic to los angeles.
also, i was there during FNO and fashion week. The opening ceremony guy thought i worked in fashion (quel doux~). The sad of the FNO deal was not seeing karl, tom ford, alexander wang, getting free stuff, etc based on the account of my feet being massacred from walking in seemingly comfortable shoes. the only slightly famous person i saw was chrisian siriano at saks playing pictionary. he's so petit and adorable and hyperactive. ok. i don't want to bore you with the rest of my bad first experience (..heheh..), i'll throw in a few pictures of any noteworthy memories.