Monday was the start of Cincinnati Fashion Week, which means there have been parties and events for the fashion forward every night. I'm old and stuff, so I can't do it all like I did last year, but I've managed to hit a few stops so far:A-Line A-listMonday was the A-Line/CFW Warhol Factory party, held at the old CAC. I've walked past that building a skabillion times and had no
Victoria's Secret sweater; thrifted skirt and purse; gifted Casualmere scarf, Gucci sunglassesNot to keep harping on the weather, but please let the record show that I'm wearing a wool skirt and sweater. In May. The last time I wore this skirt, it was practically a winter wonderland. Who do I need to contact to make sure this weather switch doesn't happen again?
Sometimes it seems like Fashion Week exists just to make us drool over clothes and accessories no one can wear for another four months. Thanks to the convoluted cycle of the fashion industry, the finery strutting down the runways in September won't be available in stores until February or March. Howevah. One of the reasons I pay attention to the designer shows is they always offer a bit of inspiration. Interpretation of a season's trend
So, I returned from New York earrrrrly yesterday morning after a pretty fabulous trip. Here's how it went down: Getting thereI have a very complex packing method, which is to say that my technique involves throwing a bunch of stuff I think I might want to wear on the bed and trying to create outfits out of the jumble. This is a very slow, complicated operation that usually lasts for about 45 minutes before I
The inaugural edition of Cincinnati Fashion Week ended on a high note last week, with a show for emerging designers at Suite at Blackfinn on Thursday and el grande finale (I like to mix French and Spanish—I call it Sprench*) fashion show Friday evening at the Hyatt. I attended an AIGA event about the future of design on Thursday evening (possibly more on that later), but I arrived at the fashion show just in time to