We did it. We made it through another New York Fashion Week with our sanity intact and inspiration for weeks. The bags under our eyes are worth it. Between all the metallics on the runway to the parties that made us feel like celebrities, this season was one for the books. Is it just us, or was this one of the least fussy fashion weeks? Perhaps it has something to do with keeping everything downtown. Perhaps it has something to do with the team mentality that vibed throughout the streets. Either way, it's over, our feet hurt, and a weekend of self-love and TLC awaits. Oh yes, sweatpants are most definitely in order. But first, a beret purchase because that was most definitely the accessory to have this season. New York, we love you. See you next season!
Missed day six's street style? We gotcha right here.
It's a true artform knowing how to use your front-facing camera to apply makeup.
Fashion dates are the best dates.
A look to love.
One phone for photos, another for business.
We love Moschino, but does Moschino love us?
Flower power comes in all shapes and sizes.
Carrie Bradshaw dresses down for the colder temps.
Help: is this an alien or a ghost hand flipping the bird?
Do you know camo?
Hello, it's me (really!) smizing through exhaustion.
TFW you turn the city that never sleeps into a bona fide Tinseltown.
Come through! It's knit!
Hey, we didn't say it. The jacket did.
Class, elegance, and edge.
She's got that Midas touch.
Lesson 149: when rocking bold hair color, keep your wardrobe minimal and your accessories loud.
She's got that Valentine's Day spirit!
Puff, puff, pass that Supreme!
Ripped but not destroyed.
That fashion fam, though.
Okay. We're going to need a how-to guide from our Editor-in-Chief, Gabrielle Korn, explaining all the ways to rock red like a queen.
Wear your heart on your sleeve but wear sleeves that are so long, it'll take 'em a few to find it.
Noting but respect for OUR Wakanda General, Danai Gurira.
Why yes, clouds can be fashion.
See? It's a clutch but also a pillow, should you, you know, need to take a fashion nap.
Say yes to the harness.
It's not red, darling. It's rust. And it's fabulous.
Valentine's Day reds > the Mean Reds.
If Cher Horowitz lived in New York City and liked pants more than skirts...
Tiny bag, big lifestyle.
You'd be cheesin' too if you had that hat.
Eyes on that prize. NYFW is over!
Pony! All! Day!
Is that Bark Jacobs we see?