Excuse the absence but I’ve had the unfortunate pleasure of having no internet access since Sunday morning. Yuck? Very. Tortuous? Oh yes. So am only now trying to catch up with the smorgasbord of errands needing my attention. And though I had every intention of knuckling down, I can’t help but drown in the splendour of Fashion Week in one of my favourite cities New York. Lots of black with the occasional psychedelic angel shimmering through those black ice clad pavements and snow covered streets. I’ve fallen smitten more so with blunt, dark hairstyles and the opulence of faux fur coats than anything else this time round.
|via w magazine + vogue|