I went to this year’s Victoria’s Secret Fashion Show last night for the first time. I never thought I’d have fun in what seemed to be an over-stylized underwear show but I did. I really did. Kanye West, Nicki Minaj, Jay-Z and Maroon 5 performed. You know me — I don’t really keep track of celebrities or pop culture but I think I have a newfound crush with Adam Levine. Yeah, me and the rest of the world. Boo.
Sunglasses from Prada, jacket, shirt, trousers from Versace x H&M collaboration, belt from South Africa, shoes from Versace
It’s such a shame that no one was allowed to bring cameras therefore I wasn’t able to capture special moments. Before the show, I had a chat with the fierce Kate Lanphear, exchanged kisses with the stunning Giovanna Battaglia. Carine Roitfeld also went there — with Alexander Wang. The odd fash people aside, I have never seen so many, errm, mature men in suits and tuxedos in the audience. Yep. A lot of bow ties.
Anyhoo, I had lots of fun. It was not your ordinary show.
For a blogger, photographic evidence carry a lot of weight. No photos, no care. Since we weren’t able to take photos at the show, Rumi and I took home these gold and silver star balloons from the show. The first thing that came to my mind when they fell from the Armory ceiling was…. oh my god, blog props!
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It’s always nice seeing my Aussie friend Andrew in New York. Just hours before rushing to JFK airport for my flight to Milan, we did a quick round of our favorite spots uptown. Had our usual lunch at Fred’s in Barney’s (I love the lobster bisque and the grilled seafood salad), strolled around Central Park, had a strawberry mille-feuille at Lady M’s and finally, after him coaxing me to look at real jew-we-ry, we went down to Harry Winston and fawned over bajillion dollar jewels I (I don’t know about him) can’t afford. What a great way to end the twice a year madness known as New York Fashion Week.