Teal Kitty here reporting from NEW YORK FASHION WEEK. For the past many years of my life I have suffered from temporary depression during this season. Fashion week season. I have vivid memories of missing anthropology class to watch live streamings of Marc Jacobs in my car in the school parking lot. Last spring I shed actual tears watching Peter Copping's first show as creative director of Oscar de la Renta. Being here in New York during this time, is an actual dream come true.
Started the day off this morning with breakfast at The Palm Court at The Plaza Hotel to celebrate my BFF Brooke's birthday. Unlike the Polo Bar, I forgot to make reservations far in advance and called the day before and got a table and didn't even have to pretend to start crying on the phone like how I had to do for Ralph Lauren. Plaza Hotel is definitely worth walking into the lobby just to see the twinkling chandeliers, and the afternoon tea made me feel like I was actually Blair Waldorf.
I'm wearing a vintage kimono that I bought from a vintage trade show that happens once a year in LA called Inspiration. I bought it from a vendor who collects ceremonial kimonos and claims that this one is from the 1940's. I absolutely adore kimonos. I always am looking for vintage ones since otherwise it's hard to find them made with pure silk. Wearing my favorite booties, the Chelsea from Rag and Bone. Accompanied by my first ever ever designer handbag that I have had since I bought it when I was 16. It's a rare find to see these old Marc by Marc Jacobs bags with the turn lock.