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aldo-vallon - September 17, 2018
New York Fashion Week always feels like the longest week in history. There is so much nip slippage that goes on it feels like I am running a marathon trying to keep up with it. I think I can finally relate to the Jewish kids going through Hannukah. There comes a certain point where you are ready to tap out, and yet your senses continue to get pummeled. It is like the Jewish Santa Claus of New York Fashion Week is refusing to recognize our agreed upon safe word. If they don’t obey when I yell out Sacagawea then all the word is good for is remembering the efforts of one badass woman exploring America.
So with NYFW now at a close I feel like I can finally relax and lower my guard. Hopefully there will be a lull in the action and I can instead focus my efforts on writing that symphony I’ve always talked about.
Nah, I’m just kidding. As long as there are women there are going to be nips and that is good for business. You chaps do not come here to learn about geopolitics. You come for geopolynips.
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