ok, ok, BACK.
back on the scene, back in business, back.
i have a lot to catch up on, let's begin with how NY fashion week ended.
or as i like to call it, what's on your head in 09?
your mom's handbag?
isaac mizrahi f/w 09
a kfc bucket?
narciso rodriguez f/w 09
brendan donnelly f/w 09
what's everyone thinking? this town has gone banananies.
thank god..i'm not alone anymore!
brendan came by while i was convalescing this weekend.
he amused himself (and me) by breaking the 'no bros' barrier of my bedroom (i mean, its full of girl stuff. and unless you're in the 'let's get naked' category, i'd prefer we hang out on the couch. ya know?) and trying on all my weird accesssories. don't let him front, it was HIS IDEA!
he found my mirror and white lightnin-ed that jazz:
and my yokoo bow and sunglasses pile:
there is more of our teen-movie-montage-worthy shenaniganz on his bloggyblog. (if you don't have that jazz on your daily blogroll by now...i mean..)
bdonns can be a good cure for what ails ya. although the laughing became intense coughing and then i felt like i was dying again. fun!
one thing though:
that a-hole kept trying to take pics of me 3 days into the flu in my sick pants.
cmon brendan, FIRST RULE ABOUT SICK CLOTHES, NEVER TALK ABOUT SICK CLOTHES.