Garance Doré (and Scott Schuman, in audience) at a seminar at the Fashion Institute of Technology
pullover: Ilaria Nistri, 2010 | pants: Geld Iaz, 1998 | rain boots: Jeffrey Campbell, 2010 | bag: GF by Gianfranco Ferre, 2008 | eyewear: Fiction, 2010
omg guess who i met! Garance Doré! **squeeeeee**
AND i met Scott Schuman too! **squeeeeeeee** again. (they are so cute it’s ridiculous.)
it was raining so i wore the karma galoshes, maybe they even bring good luck!
dinner at Nuela afterward, since it’s so close by. a lot of the really good stuff— like the foie gras balls that Sam Sifton is too stupid to eat in one bite even though they were like the size of fucking M&M’s, the bacalau fritters, and the sea urchin ceviche— is gone. this is what happens when you don’t play food politics and haven’t spent enough time kissing the retarded food press‘s ass. you can no longer afford to keep the best stuff (and staff) in house, because there’s not enough demand for it. muther fukkers.
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