Tina makes work more fun and intense because she feels everything as much or more than you right while it's happening. Here's she is (left) with Grace, our sweet looks model for the day, both wearing stuff from the new line that didn't make the cut for the show:
Yesterday's theme of super serious fashion conversation continued, but with more severity and much better words to describe things that were ugly. Lunch came mid-day courtesy of Westville, which everyone decided was very "me" food (read: simple. I've clearly made a strong impression.).
First and foremost, what I really appreciated about Westville was how they went out of their way with the presentation of the food. For instance, this bag of
No. No, no, no. I'm out.
We found ourselves in the East Village for dinner, which meant there was no escaping the draw, the mythical allure, the centripetal force of...
a.k.a...
Momofuku Milk Bar is the New World Order of Cookie. Christina Tosi, the genius behind it, is like our generation's Willy Wonka, or head supreme Keebler Elf, but she's a girl, and she's real. Milk Bar is like her Chocolate Factory or forest cookie tree house, or whatever. The stuff she comes up with completely blows my mind. Her recipes demonstrate the same type of creativity that inspires me about great art or design, BUT YOU CAN EAT THEM. Which is cool. And fattening.
There we were, on 13th street and 2nd avenue, stuffed like fat donkeys after a perfectly satisfying dinner, yet waiting in a formidable line for corn cookies and something called a birthday truffle. Tina kept going on about how they were going right in her freezer, which I found particularly amusing.
You might have heard of a little event we held in conjunction with MMB last year around this time, or another pretty special one that's coming up at the end of next week.
More on that soon...
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