The Sketch Book — Lincoln Center

 Yesterday morning was the happiest of mornings. I woke up still reeling from a magical Saturday night with friends and family celebrating our engagement and somehow got my swollen feet back into my heels and headed up town for the Lela Rose fashion show. Nothing kicks the usually unavoidable Sunday fatigue like Lincoln Center during fashion week, waiting in the darkened salon in a sea of floating iPhone screens for the lights to suddenly burst to life with a surge of awesome music and beautiful fashion floating past.I have come through an arc of feelings about fashion week - intimidation...

Spending Sunday in this wonderful city was truly something to experience. the mood to me was a mix of melancholy, peace, strength and of course always creativity. i love that DVF took to the runway with her little American flags and that fashion shows "must go on" despite this anniversary. that is what makes New York. and to add to the emotional mixing pot, i got to attend my first fashion show at Lincoln Center, Lela Rose, on Sunday. Such an exciting day. The day when my internet world of fashion (hmm... I sound a little creepy) became the real...