![Just what I want to do. Attend the afterparty of a fashion show, where bird-boned ladies twice my height talk about themselves and snort powder from heaps that cost more than my computer. Not only has every fashion show I’ve explored seemed like an elaborate ploy to get attention, it’s also felt like a better-clothed and thinner extension of everything I hated about college at N.Y.U., and I already have the Internet for that, thanks. If you want a hug, just ask next time. (And no, I wasn’t invited. So there’s that.)Instead, I worked on my own precarious gambit for attention, You Talk to Me. I sported a slinky cotton ensemble from the 2008 Hanes collection: provocatively cut, versatile, and accented with bold stains of drip-brewed Brasilian Maragogype. [via Either The Drapes Go Or I Do]](http://28.media.tumblr.com/azxD5kcjlki230i9BFNZzWX6o1_400.jpg)
Just what I want to do. Attend the afterparty of a fashion show, where bird-boned ladies twice my height talk about themselves and snort powder from heaps that cost more than my computer. Not only has every fashion show I’ve explored seemed like an elaborate ploy to get attention, it’s also felt like a better-clothed and thinner extension of everything I hated about college at N.Y.U., and I already have the Internet for that, thanks. If you want a hug, just ask next time.
(And no, I wasn’t invited. So there’s that.)
Instead, I worked on my own precarious gambit for attention, You Talk to Me. I sported a slinky cotton ensemble from the 2008 Hanes collection: provocatively cut, versatile, and accented with bold stains of drip-brewed Brasilian Maragogype.
[via Either The Drapes Go Or I Do]
