Day three:
I have what feels like 10 bone spurs on the bottom of each foot nuckle (or whatever that part of your foot is called).
No pain, no gain...or so they say! I made a little jaunt down to Anna Sui's studio today. It is pretty much the coolest work place I've seen thus far. Purple hallways, manicans, shoes, racks of hot off the press garments, hats, bags, etc..made my eyes widen.
She was in the office, and if you have seen The Devil Wears Prada, you can get a feel for what the atmosphere was like. No one is allowed to speak above a whisper around Anna (Miranda Priestly), for it disturbs her train of design thinking. ha! I thought about screaming really loud when I walked passed her office, but then I thought I might get my friend fired...so I didn't. I made my way out of the building and down 39th, to 37th, staying between 7th and 8th. Oh sure, those directions made PERFECT sense. haha!
The large glass door was opened for me by a nice older doorman, and I walked right into the elevator. "Third floor, please."
And with a ding of the bell, the old fashioned lift took me straight to the three story fabric store of my dreams. For the next two hours, I wandered around MOOD (ever seen Project Runway? Yes...I got the scoop. Vincent is JUST as wierd in person.)
I invested into my first two garments today...how could I not?? All of those gorgeous fabrics, piled one upon the other, including an entire section of nothing but real animal skins. OH MY GOSH! It was a beautiful thing.
I now sit in-don't be too shocked-Starbucks, and I am surrounded my yankees. Men with long greasy hair and dudes with ice like no other...a few yamakas (sp??) here and there and girls chatting about their latest project. This place has such character.
Last night I made a short visit to Ground Zero. It is a very quiet, somber place, that demands much respect. I couldn't help but place my hand over my heart while reading the testimonies of that grave day.
A man in tight black jeans and a hot pink collared shirt just RAN up the stairs to join the young lady across from me. His long brown hair flies everywear, and he rakes his fingers through it to cool his forehead. He speaks and out comes a nice English Accent. He's married..not gay. Or maybe he wears a ring for a man. It's hard to tell. The girl plays with her ringlets and they talk with much enthusiasm, both resting their heads in their hands at 30 degree angles. Two tables over, the yamaka guys are looking extremely bored.
More later! Off to Times Square...
I have what feels like 10 bone spurs on the bottom of each foot nuckle (or whatever that part of your foot is called).
No pain, no gain...or so they say! I made a little jaunt down to Anna Sui's studio today. It is pretty much the coolest work place I've seen thus far. Purple hallways, manicans, shoes, racks of hot off the press garments, hats, bags, etc..made my eyes widen.
She was in the office, and if you have seen The Devil Wears Prada, you can get a feel for what the atmosphere was like. No one is allowed to speak above a whisper around Anna (Miranda Priestly), for it disturbs her train of design thinking. ha! I thought about screaming really loud when I walked passed her office, but then I thought I might get my friend fired...so I didn't. I made my way out of the building and down 39th, to 37th, staying between 7th and 8th. Oh sure, those directions made PERFECT sense. haha!
The large glass door was opened for me by a nice older doorman, and I walked right into the elevator. "Third floor, please."
And with a ding of the bell, the old fashioned lift took me straight to the three story fabric store of my dreams. For the next two hours, I wandered around MOOD (ever seen Project Runway? Yes...I got the scoop. Vincent is JUST as wierd in person.)
I invested into my first two garments today...how could I not?? All of those gorgeous fabrics, piled one upon the other, including an entire section of nothing but real animal skins. OH MY GOSH! It was a beautiful thing.
I now sit in-don't be too shocked-Starbucks, and I am surrounded my yankees. Men with long greasy hair and dudes with ice like no other...a few yamakas (sp??) here and there and girls chatting about their latest project. This place has such character.
Last night I made a short visit to Ground Zero. It is a very quiet, somber place, that demands much respect. I couldn't help but place my hand over my heart while reading the testimonies of that grave day.
A man in tight black jeans and a hot pink collared shirt just RAN up the stairs to join the young lady across from me. His long brown hair flies everywear, and he rakes his fingers through it to cool his forehead. He speaks and out comes a nice English Accent. He's married..not gay. Or maybe he wears a ring for a man. It's hard to tell. The girl plays with her ringlets and they talk with much enthusiasm, both resting their heads in their hands at 30 degree angles. Two tables over, the yamaka guys are looking extremely bored.
More later! Off to Times Square...
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