• Fri, Sep 7 2012

My Very Secret Fashion Diary: How I Learned To Stop Worrying And Love Fashion Night Out

Ashley ditched me. She just took her menstrual popcorn and ran. This is her way. But I did not matter because I was surrounded by the Plaza, and Assouline books, and champagne. This!

And elderly people! I love stylish elderly people! They love Diana Vreeland jokes.

I mean, it’s really hard to just come out of nowhere with Diana Vreeland jokes, but I bet they would love them.

I’m going to work on one for the next event like this.

Knock Knock.

Who’s there.

Diana Vreeland. She’s going to make her maid iron all her money.

Maybe Diana Vreeland is more funny in the context of “whimsical anecdotes.”

There was one girl there who had a glove on covered entirely in spikes. Someone asked her about it and she replied, very coolly, “security doesn’t like me very much.” I thought of replying, equally coolly, “that’s because you have spikes coming out of your hand.” Then people spent some time discussing how her glove could be used as a weapon and I sort of felt like like saying “yes, it’s a glove with spikes all over it, of course it would be used as a weapon. What else could it possibly be used for?”

I spent a little time in the corner wondering if maybe I was just feeling unappreciated because I didn’t have any visible weaponry on me.

This is my way of telling you that I’m going to start carrying a katana everyplace. I bet so many street style photographers will take my picture.

Then I went home.

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  • Kimberly @ Twen-Teen

    Ha! We *do* look startled! The belly dancer totally photobombed this btw.

  • Sarah

    Dear god, please carry a katana. LOVE this, I was giggling to myself in an empty apartment. You and Ashley are the best.

  • mm

    I’m so sorry I realize this is really annoying but it’s Fashion’s Night Out. Not Fashion Night Out. I’d take it as a typo but it happened more than once. I can’t get past it, possibly out of sheer jealousy that I would kill to be there and you get to go but don’t even know what it’s called. THEN AGAIN … obviously you get to go to these things for a reason (ahem, running a fabulous blog) so I guess I’ll let it slide.

  • Ashley Cardiff

    I am too a lady.