Today is Day 2 of Fashion Week, although Day 1 for me, as I've managed to contract my biannual sniffle and couldn't face up to waiting in the cold for my press pass until this morning.
It was still pretty terrible waiting outside in that line. The lines are the least glamorous part of Fashion Week, but it's especially rough during the fall season. (Fall, in the Fashion Week calendar, takes place in February. February, in New York, takes place on the Ice Planet of Hoth.)
The nice thing is that everyone's suffering together. I spoke with one lady here from London who was wearing a nifty pair of leather leggings, which I pointed out to her was much smarter in this weather than tights.
"But I forgot my gloves!" she said, holding up her hands briefly and then tucking them back under her arms. "It's so cold. Why is it so cold? It's colder than London."
I usually make some kind of attempt to dress up for Fashion Week, but not in this weather. I don't do the full stilettos and multiple accessories thing, but I generally leave off wearing my usual uniform (my husband's jeans and a sweater) for a few days, just to give the appearance of playing along. Today, however, I gave up entirely and just bundled up.
As a result, I still have all my fingers and toes. Which is fortunate, because it's hard to type without fingers.
Finally, I'd like to share with you my favorite picture from Fashion Week so far. It's a lamp, shaped like a horse. One assumes I'll have pictures of actual fashion to show you soon, provided the automated check-in system lets me into some shows.