A late-summer trip to Italy had me missing the beginning of New York Fashion Week but I dove right into all the action (albeit a bit disoriented) and finished with a cold, exhaustion hangover, and a newfound love for New York fashion. The week, in all its spectacle and fanfare, remains an accurate snapshot of what American fashion is today: commercially viable and highly wearable. The week always coincides with the final days of the US Open and the city hums of action and inspiration and the feeling that everything is going to be alright if we just keep seeking beauty and community.
I did a lot this season and feel incredibly grateful to all the designers, PR mavens, fashion houses, and everyone behind the scenes who continue to give fashion the stage it deserves—and who allowed me into so many of the spaces I was lucky to find myself in.
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