Alcohol, Cigarettes and Caffeine: Can Only Mean One Thing..

As I type my farewell to Fashion Week piece here at Bryant Park in the Maybelline Booth, bittersweet emotions begin to take over.  Part of me is relieved and the other is sad.  Really sad.  Really.  

I love New York and the everyday life here, but Fashion Week is so kooky and krazy.  It is a breath of fresh air from the daily grind.  All of the going out and running around from the tents to the Altman Building, to Met Pavillion and my favorite, Astor Cuts--the men's old skool barber shop in the East Village is simple awesome.

Honestly, I'm not exactly sure where to begin.  

Fashion Week started on Monday or was Tuesday last week. Gotta love it when the designers and creative artists kick-start the insanity early.  

Fresh off a mini-vacation: one day in Atlantic City hanging out on the beach and the next day in Montauk, I knew I needed to brace myself for all of the festivities awaiting me.  I sent out about 100 emails to various pr firms and did get some positive feedback requesting my presence at their shows.

So let the games begin..This will be a random mish-mosh of my personal experience is the wacky, wild world of the previews of Spring 2010..Ladies and Gentlemen, hold on to your seats and start your engines..You might wanna grab a French Martini in process: Part vodka, part Chambord, a dash of pineapple juice and lotsa ice..ENJOY!